Steve's poems

[dallee]

When i was a child, with childrens thoughts,
was sent to a pleace, where everything rots

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i was a kid, wasn't quite grown
but that's where i went, all on my own

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next i knew, i was just there,
not long at all, and i didn't care

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this rotting place, of which i speak
to this day, it makes me weak

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it's in my dreams, if i sleep at night
at times i cant, try as i might

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it wasn't the people, or what they did
it was the memory, of killing that kid

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it wasn't the blood, so freely spilled
it was the kid, that we killed

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never told a soul, about that child
but it's in my head, where it was filed

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i've brought it out, just for this writing
it's so very sad, all of that fighting

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childrens lives, so quickly gone
and the fighting, kept just going on and on

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i'm so sorry, for what i did
and oh, bye the way, i was the kid



................................by : Steven A. Cliche
...............................around 9 pm, 6/25/04

[dallee]

central highlands, mountains so steep
i can't remember, did i ever sleep

i can remember, nights of rain
what can i do to remove this stain

ray was there, one of my guys
but did i ever shut my eyes

we spent our time , on drugs, so cheap,
but tell me, did i ever sleep

heroine for nothing, and weed even cheaper,
and those highland mountains, seemed to get steeper

i saved my life, others sold theirs cheap,
but i just cant remember, did i sleep

i remember guard duty, the time spent alone
the things we did, things we were shown

even on drugs, we were still there....
just doing our job, we just didn't care

forgot about home, that was their deal,..
these lonley nights were all that was real

what was real to us, was that we couldn't win
and as far as camp holloway, they wanted in

it was that piece of dirt, we fought to keep
and it blows my mind ...... did i ever sleep

even in war, while doing your duty
there seems to be, a strange sort of beauty

have you ever seen tracers, their light
or a flare floating down on a vietnam night

the beauty was there, even in war
the strange thing is, i want to see more

the beauty of nam, the memories i keep
but i still want to know .....................
.................................did i ever sleep

[steve]

AGE 51

I'm sitting here thinkin'
at age 51
when I was 18
I carried a gun.

I did it then
for the same reasons as now,
don't be trusting
not with people anyhow

they let you down
whatever they say
and you can't let them in
... no way

So, I stay on alert
always on guard
it's just life now
not even hard

If we follow the laws
and we do not arm
then its my fault
if i come to harm

I learned this in country
I'm talkin of Nam
so when I go out
I'm pretty calm

If you're thinkin'
of causin' some pain
I'll blow you away
without any strain

Wear a peace sign
to remind me to love
but use your brains
given from above.

I learned at 18
to not trust a soul,
or you'll be the one
wearin' a hole.

I'm not a coward
I'll kick some butt
but I'm keepin' my gun
no matter what

For you who think
I'm doing wrong
who really cares
hand me my bong

yes I said bong
and I dont even care
and I'm 51
and I still have long hair

I think Nam
gave me a tude
but I'm really trying
to be a good dude

so get on my nerves
say some mean crap
but if you touch me
I'm going to snap

I'll bring you down
one way or another
with a bit of respect
I'll be your brother

and I'll never tell
oh no not me
was taught not to snitch
it's just not to be

yep, I'm 51
and still carry a gun
and at my house
i dont use 9-1-1

I'll take care of it here
right here on the spot
screw with this vet
and you'll get what you got

I really like that
last line i wrote
and I'll end this warning
on that note


.................................................. .written by steven a. cliche 6/8/2004
.................................................. .....live in peace, with God, my brothers

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Brothers forever ... forever brothers
it has nothing to do with our mothers.
We share the same blood, this is true,
but that is something we chose to do.

It happened one day, 30 years ago
with a small cut ~ he was my bro.
You ever think, while we were away
there were some bros, who had to stay?

Our best friends, like me and Steve
my friend I left, for the madness they weave.
We were never apart, we were best friends
and we will be, till our lives end.

But, the government tore us apart,
sent me to Nam, just for a start.
I left ~ and Steve had to stay
No more childhood ~ No more play.

He was the guy, my friend at home,
he's still my friend; the father of Nome.
But during that time when i was in war
me and steve, were together no more.

That really sucked, he was my bro
and he wasn't a vet; he didn't know
that his bro was gone, the empty place
and he was pretty used to my ugly face.

Not too popular, we backed each other
Steve Sorace, he was my brother.
I'd run away, I'd stay at his place
remember the day he kicked face.

That was a guy who wanted to fight
then Steve kicked him ~ oh just right.
Well that was over before it began,
we walked away - He was the man!

We weren't popular, except with the chicks,
sometimes we'd trade, just for kicks.
I tell you this for a reason
cause of Nam - it ended for a season.

So when you look at a vet, and call him bro
remember your friends who didn't go.
of all the vets, that i know
Steve Sorace, is still my bro.

I write this poem in his praise,
he's been my bro, all his days.
Always my friend, never had to beg;
OH YEAH one day he pee'd on my leg!

It was an accident; that's what he said,
and I'll tell him what he ate ~ when I'm dead.
It was in his food, just a little taste,
maybe a pinch ~~~~~~~ of body waste !

No, not really, ... I'd never do that
too much respect, that where that's at
but i did pay him back, that's how it goes,
~~~~~ What i did, no one knows ~~~~~

in memory of my friend .........Steve Sorace he aint dead yet!

written by : Steven Cliche .... 6/9/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Were there drugs in Nam? Oh just a bit.
Was there two days, took my first hit.
Want a kilo? Mama san can do.
She will get that weed for you.

Oj's were kool, buck fifty a carton
as for drugs ~ we were just startin'.
Stop at any house, give them your request
A minute later you are holdin' the best.

Drugs in Nam? Oh I'd say so
Pure from China, White as snow.
Cheap too, so you can buy a lot.
Pure China White, what you just bought.

You had to be careful, you could get hooked,
but really who didn't ~ don't give me that look.
I was at war and that's how we fought it
I knew it was addicting, that's why i bought it.

All the cool guys were all on smack
we had never heard of a thing called crack.
one day, when I was rolling this joint
I can't remember what was my point?
Oh yeah, when i was rolling this joint
added China White, that was my point.

Well that was a mistake, cause I liked my weed
but the china white, I learned to need.
yeat that's how i fought in the war
buyin drugs like from a candy store.

Was there drugs in Nam? yea just a bit
and every bit was really good chit.
you did it too, so don't be a phony.
you know what I mean, you rode the white pony.

From early in the morning till way at night
gettin' high with my bro's on pure china white.
Never see the pictures in any of the books
but we all got high, even the cooks.

Like the newbie who brought in the LSD
and you wondered why we were still up at three.
Just five hundred hits of purple haze
On guard that night, I was a bit dazed.

But would we run out? Would he fail?
Oh hell no ~ more comin' in the mail.
bringin' it in, and we all sent it home.
That's why I'm writing this silly poem.

Someone had to say it, So I guess it's me.
all that heroine, almost for free.
We've heard of, love you long time
but I'm talkin' drugs in this here rhyme.

Best shape of my life at one eighty five
One year later, I was barely alive.
Now I'm not bitchin' It was really very cool
but at one thirty, I looked like a fool.

You folks at home, were doin' it too
It's just at Nam, we had a menu
I'll have the special, with a side of that
On this diet, I'll never be fat.

You know what i mean, you who were there
out on guard duty, wearin' that stare
really scared at first, when we'd get hit.
but mortars are cool ~ when on the good ****.

Fighting a war, stoned to the gills
keepin' track of death, and how many kills.
I quit the drugs, when i finally came back
as for the kills, I never kept track.

That was your job, you who were straight
as for the kills, that was just fate.
Oh yea, we sure did some dope
that's what you do when you run out of hope.
do you think less of me now that I spoke?
and do I care? It was all a big joke.
You caught the bad guys, in the war that was
we did too. after our buzz............Oh yea

Written by steve cliche 6/11/04 title .... China White

www.clichefantasyart,com

[steve]

Here we go again .... :depressed


I'll try to be quiet, tonight when I dream,
I'm really gonna try, not to scream.

Go into it slow, think about my next move
get right into, my nightmare groove.

Yeah, that's it, I'll take control
I'll take back the time they stole.

It will be a good dream, I've had a few
like the one I had in ninteen ninty two.

I was on my bike, I had a great life
My son was alive , I had my wife.

If I can tonight, I'll have that dream
but really my goal, is just not to scream.

I don't dream, but if I do
it's usually not good, those have been few.

Mostly when I dream, it's all so desperate
but after war, that's what you get.

It's OK ~ I'm used to it all
Wish I could dream of just a bad fall.

I've heard of people, who dream of dyeing
that's for daytime, I aint lying.

But just for once, I'm taking it back,
this night's dream, I'll keep on track.

I'm in control, I'll call the shots.
I'll have good dreams, I'll have lots.

Yea that's it, I'm the one in charge
hope I dont dream, of when they blew away sarge.

Nope not tonight, not one doubt
not one peep, not one shout.

sleep like a baby, no bad dreams
this will be cool, or so it seems.

I could wake up screaming, for lack of a nightmare,
look at my eyes, look at that stare.

Too many dreams, not enough good
I dont want to dream, of where they once stood.

All of my brothers, I left overseas
fighting the dinks, the Vietnamese.


So goodnight to you all, I'm off to bed
pray for the thoughts already in my head.

here we go again .....:depressed
written by steven cliche ....6/14/04
before bed ......

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Why do cows stand and moo?
We could do it, me and you.

I choose not to, think it's silly,
why are goats, always called billy?

But those cows, who stand and moo,
can't figure it out, haven't a clue.

don't they know how funny they sound?
moo moo moo, as they stand around.

we should put a cow at all crosswalks,
I guess the mooing is how a cow talks.

but for some reason, it gets on my nerves
put them to work, it's what she deserves.

In Nam I did one year, started on two
Oh yea, they also had cows who went moo.

Just because of that line this will go on the site,
put dale to work, try as I might .....lol

speaking of dallee, oh and I will
she posts my poems, then sends me a bill.

I said dallee, why do you charge?
she said pay up, you ain't that large.

back to the cows, and they are a pain.
and why do they stand out in the rain?

seems so stupid, really not smart
and stop all that mooing, just for a start.

I'm sick of the sound, of all that mooing,
what do cows think , that they are dooing?

You don't see me, in a field doing that,
unless I'm high, and that's where I'm at.

One night long ago, under a starry sky,
i did an experiment, I got a cow high.

We talked all night, me and that cow
she wasn't so bad, a good talk anyow.

I was talking, while she ate clover
before I left, I pushed her over.

You're probably wonering why the intest in a cow,
well it's pronbably because, I am high right now.

You vets take it easy, you are my brothers,
and as for cows, yes they have mothers.

that line was to insure, dallee has to post this
she'll send me a bill, that she won't miss.

wow this was long, and I don't know how.
I just had a question, about a cow

Ok I'm done, I'll end this now
You just can't figure, a ding dang cow

[steve]

Send me back....
Dark nights, of a time long ago, seemingly over, and yet circumstances prevent a real ending. We are what we have become, unable to be anything more than what was put into us. Filled like a jar of clay, to the top, heated in an oven, then used, for purposes not of our own choosing, just a total waste of our true potential, robbed of the life we could have been a part of.

Now we sit on the proverbial shelf, no longer needed, just an object of a distant past, leaving in our wake ~ nothing ~ just a wet mark from the tears of a broken cup, no longer able to perform our intended duty. We sit and wait, for an end that was ours so long ago, waiting for the curtain to drop on the last scene, to be forgotten, cleaned up, disposed of, but at least an ending.

Send me back, to where it began, and where after seemingly endless months, I lost my mind, my heart, my smile. Let me at least go back, let me be able to walk those highland mountians once more. They call to me like a lover, in a broken relationship, wanting to make up, needing the familiar. The desire is ours to be shared, leave me there. I will find that village and sit quietly, like the papa sans i so admired. Letting the world just be, knowing in my wisdom, that it is an ever changing world. Knowing that my calmness will help more than aggressive language directed at people no longer listening. I will be the voice of reason. I will pass on to the young the bits of light I have gleaned from an otherwise very dark world.

Help me to go back. I have a job to do, one never finished, always nagging at the back of my mind, things I left undone, things I destroyed that need my time, my willingness to repair damage ~ damage inflicted by calouse, selfish, but careful planning.... I was there, I was so wrong. I went to such lengths to say no, and they just ignored my tears, my pain, my sorrow. I was a feeling, caring person, but now, it's so different, so not me, I've never been me the whole time I was there. There is where I still am. Help me to go back, help me

written by ....... steve cliche 6/17/04


www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

When I think of Nam, it reminds me of candy
I think the whole war, was just very dandy.

Happy little faces, all in a row
wow this is great, I want to go.

Toys in my bunker, and lots of soft stuff
little whispy clouds ~ little balls of fluff.

Bullets flying by, Oh no ~ Oh my
gee whiz this is fun, ain't no lie.

All the children running at play
Oh can I stay, just one more day?

This so sweet, so fun and light hearted,
Ouch I was shot, that really smarted.

Oh my, I think I broke a nail
I'm just glad we're on this cute trail.

As I take aim, as they aim at you,
all I thought was what would jesus do?

but lets not get ugly, lets keep it lighthearted,
ouch, gee whiz, that bullet really smarted.

But that's ok, it's still lots of fun
I get to play, and I have this cool gun.

Vietnam was so sweet, just like candy,
look a grenade, that could be handy.

All I saw was butterflys, floating by my head
In this happy place, there is no dead.

Lets not talk, about that silly truth
lets talk about sodas in a happy little booth.

Boy war's fun, I like it a lot
look at the smiles, look what we got.

Yippie, oh boy! this is so great
Nam again ~ oh my, I can't wait.

A happy little place, where Jesus lives.
look a bubble, hey what gives?

The enemy's blowin bubbles, isn't that sweet
one just popped, right by my feet.

I'm really sorry if my writings did offend,
As you can see I am willing to bend.

I'll just write about the fun that we all had
all the sweet stuff, not the bad.

I'll keep it lighthearted, I'll only write fluff
in Vietnam that was enough.

Tra la la, dum dee dum
Hey Charlie, want some gum?

As I skipped down the trail, holding my gun,
I thought to myself, man this is fun.

la la la, dum dee dee
won't you come, play with me?

We will chase Chuck and then we will hide
We'll find a Pony, and take a short ride.

When I was in Nam I never knew the Lord,
He's in me now so I'm never bored.

Oh my I've just stepped in some grease
Jesus is where this vet finds peace.

But lets be lighthearted, lets talk of the joy
m 16's make really cool toys.

bang bang, pow pow, this is a blast
I hope my tour really last.

Yes I met Jesus, when I got home
so now all I say is la la la shalom.

Vietnam what a sweet place
and then it was gone without a trace.

It was so fun, like disneyland,
me and charlie, hand in hand.

"Hey Chuck, Lets ride that ride"
"Ok Steve", with joy he cried.

"Do you know Jesus?" I say to Chuck
"Why no Steve, all I have is my luck."

If I offened anyone on this site,
I'm really sorry, I'll keep it light.

When I write about Nam, I get carried away
But that's all stopped, as of today.

Now when I speak, I'll try to be fun
very lighthearted, like ummm, this one.

written by .... steven cliche ... 6/18/04
www.clichefantasyart.com


I really am sorry if I offended anyone... I wrote a few poems before I even knew this was a Christian site

[steve]

Well now lets see, how are you guys?
Over thirty years since you were in my eyes.

We used to be tight, an everyday thing,
and I remember, you could not sing.

I'd tell you about home, you'd tell about yours,
We'd sit in a ville, as the monsoon pours.

You probably got sick of hearing about me
one day at a time, till we could be free.

I still have the calender, marked off the days,
you told me of life, your Indiana ways.

I spoke of Frisco, how wild it was,
guard duty at night, is what we does.

Supposed to sleep in shifts, we'd stay awake
talk about home, out on the lake.

We weren't scared, at least you weren't.
but I could tell you were gettin burnt.

I knew I was, I saw it in your eyes
We were both dying, never voiced the cries.

So we talked of stuff, that took us away
make it tonight, mark another day.

Now we don't speak, then we sure did.
You were young, I was a kid.

You're not with me like it was before
we never got used, to the blood and gore.

Ruin peoples lives, we didn't even know
the Vietnamese, our hopes were low.

Now we don't talk, not one word
your whole life is what I heard.

...how your wife had a speach defect,
I'd listen to her tapes, what the heck.

Did I ever tell you, understood not a word?
but you got to talk, lonliness cured.

I left before you, did you make it back?
we never speak, I don't know jack.

Did you know, I lost my wife?
the one I had while riskin' my life.

My son who was born, while I was in Nam
We smoked a cigar, tried to stay calm.

Well my brother, my son is gone too
he died way before, me or you.

Where are you brother, I need to talk,
but I'm all locked up, a real big lock.

I never speak a word, go to bed at night,
as I lay there, I leave on the light.

Yea my brother, I'm finally scared,
all that stuff, that we shared.

Way back then, when we said goodbye,
as I flew away, did you see me cry?

Yea I cried, but just for a while,
I was goin' home, mile after mile.

Hope you're at home, with a new grandchild,
all our words, I still have them filed.

Tell the baby, I said Hello,
Ok brother, I got to go.

written by steve cliche ......... 6/17/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

I'm writing this for aj, he's a pal of mine,
he likes my poems, I think he's fine.

Told me, that he'd like to see more,
I said to aj, whatever for?

he said he likes my work, my use of words,
I told aj, yea, I like birds.

He wrote back, said he didn't get it,
too late bro, the fire's been lit.

So I'm writing this for aj, my good bud,
it won't be dirty, there won't be mud.

This one bro, even you can relate,
I'm here now bro, must be fate.

I'm glad you like, the things I write,
I think that, is totally out of sight.

That means good aj, in case you didn't know,
so here comes the poem, here we go.

On a dark starry night, I sit and I stare,
I can't see a thing, send up a flare.

Slowly floating, till it's so very low,
how many hours, do I have to go?

I spend so much time, here in the shade,
In the dark part, of the day God made.

I'm watching the perimeter, so you all can sleep,
trying to be quiet, stakes are steep.

If Charlie hears me, and he gets my mark,
I'll be killed, here in the dark.

I'm sick from it all, too much stress,
I'm only 18, and I'm in this mess.

It's always dark, when I go to work,
can't see a thing, in this darkness and murk.

Sick from the worry, I'm too young to die,
but this is my life, and I ask why?

My friends are at home, foolin around I bet,
now I have these guys, that I've met.

Funny the bond, that I feel for you guys,
remember the poem, about all the lies?

OK, back to guard duty, must be alert.
This ok aj? there aint no dirt.

I'm just writing about all this beauty,
like that red flare, I'm doing my duty.

We got hit last night, they sure wanted in,
killed two guys, wounded about ten.

They 1st sent in mortars, and a rocket or two,
But sleep tonight, I'm watching for you.

If I die, before you wake,
I pray the Lord my soul does take.

Let me go home, to my life I knew,
but for now, I'm guarding you.

Not the best soldier, never said I was,
but I'm ok, just because.

So I'll sit here watchin' in this night.
I'm just 18, can this be right?

If I have kids, when I'm much older,
I'll let them play, and cry on my shoulder.

But I'll never give permission, for them to go,
to a land of darkness, don't you know.

aj, this poem was for you,
i hope you like it, I really do.

I know right now. your printin' it out,
I'm only 18, I say with a shout.

Sorry aj, for startin to shout,
having a hard time, just bummed out.

Ok I'm done, I won't say no more,
I dont even know, what I'm writing this for.

Oh yea, I remember, why I'm writing today,
I'm doing it for kicks, and good old AJ.

written by steven cliche .... 6/19/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

My Salvation

Remember one thing, when I am writing
you're not me, I bet that's exciting.

It's Sunday today, and it's Father's Day.
I'll praise God, in my own way.

I'll give Him the honor, I'll give God the praise,
He's blessed my life, in so many ways.

When my eyes open, I speak to Him,
the chances of stopping are very slim.

I've loved God, seems all of my life,
no offense Lord, could of done without the wife.

God is my father, on this fine holiday
and ty Father, for Jesus I say.

I love your son, I praise His name,
paid the price, for my sin and shame.

So meek, so mild, this was Jesus
it was all done, just to please us.

To give us access, to heaven above
because of you, I enjoy God's love.

I think at times, when God looks at me,
He just shakes His head, and says let it be.

So at times, believe it or not,
I shut up, and appreciate what I got.

What I have is my salvation
and I pass on this information.

I tell people what Jesus said to do,
and like now, I'm telling you.

Get to know God, learn from His son,
God had a plan, and now it is done.

Jesus was the one who paid for your sin,
if you believe, you are now in.

I love to wake up, and know that I'm saved
and only God knows, of how I've behaved.

We see each other, with eyes so clear,
but God sees our hearts, so I let Him steer.

If God tells me, that I need to change,
that's when I do, and I rearrange.

I'll stop doing that, I'll start doing this
cause my walk with God, I'd dearly miss.

For God so loved the world, that you and me,
just believe in His son, you too will be free.

As life passes by, and you start to get old,
don't wait too long, try to be bold.

For I am not ashamed, of the gospel of Christ,
by my Father in heaven, I've been inticed.

Come my son, come here to me
believe in my son, and you'll be free.

It's all worked out, it's been taken care of
it was done for you, it was done with love.

Happy Father's Day Lord, thank you so much,
for my salvation, for your loving touch.

One more thing that needs to be said,
I'm getting low, on the hairs on my head.

I know you know, exactly how many,
but if this keeps up, I won't have any.


written by ........ steve cliche ...... 6/20/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

That smell

That smell, it will always be a part of my life, not a bad smell, just very, very different
~ it smelled like ... Viet Nam.
Within days it was gone, gotten used to, not different at all, it was the jungles, their food
~ their lives ... Viet Nam.
I was fascinated: with the place; the people; they also were so different, and again
~ they were ... Viet Nam.

I liked them from the first day, as I drove through the gate, they were there: selling; living'
~ being ... Viet Nam
A very respectful people, very clean, everything about them was blowing my mind.
~ so this was ... Viet Nam.
It was all they knew, all they had ever known, it seemed like a movie set, but it wasnt, Oh no
~ it was ... Viet Nam.

The smell went away, but the unreal part of it all remained, so different from what I'd ever known,
~ ... Viet Nam.
Lee, Ty, and Young, I was 18, they were 16, so I was the man, they were my friends,
~ they were born in ... Viet Nam.
I believe they are dead now, they could not wait to go into the army, it was what you did,
~ at least in ... Viet Nam.

Myself, I did not EVER like the military, not ever, I would have never made it in the states,
~ awwwww but ... Viet Nam.
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I was a man, I was me, they were never able to break me, I never gave in to it all
~ I was glad I was in ... Viet Nam.
not the war, not the death, but if I had to be in the United States army, then by all means,
~ let me be in ... Viet Nam.
We all hated what we had to do, we hated what it did to us, we hated the war
~ would not have missed ... Viet Nam.

Small islands dotting the coast, fishing villiages, so complete, so well established
~ this was ... Viet Nam.
To walk into the jungle, with nothing but a knife, and step back out with a working crossbow
~ ... Viet Nam.
To wake up with clear skies, a moment later, your world has been turned into a raging river
~ this too ... Viet Nam.

They didn't understand us, our openess, our total lack of respect, I mean after all
~ it was their ... Viet Nam
Well it was not a movie set, it was oh so real, it was so very different
~ it was part of our lives ... Viet Nam.
I'll never forget it, all those nights on that perimeter, I know how it is, I know very well
~ the night in ... Viet Nam.
and I will never forget as my days ticked off, I'll never forget how cool it was to get on that plane
~ leaving ... Viet Nam

written by: steven cliche ... 6/21/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

A Viet Nam vet, with blood in his eyes
his mind ever more filled with the cries
of the people we hurt, and the pain that we leave
and all of those people we left to grieve.

And a Viet Nam vet, with the blood in his eyes
wants to sleep, but still hears the cries,
the cries of their people, and the screams of our own
and he got off the plane, and he stood there alone.

There's the Viet Nam vet, with the blood in his eyes
he never came home, he still hears the cries
and he remembers his brothers
and the looks in their eyes.

So the Viet Nam vet, with the blood in his eyes
he looks for peace, that is his prize
he remembers back, when he's able to dare
and he looks around, just to compare.

Now the Viet Nam vet, with the blood in his eyes
he sits all alone, now it's him that cries
and now he's old, and it's all the same
in his mind it's just such a shame.

If you see a vet, with that blood in his eyes
just know that it's hard, and know that he tries
the result of war, it's what you get
so if there's blood in his eyes, he's a Viet Nam vet.


PS.
Wow that was heavy
too heavy for me
just wantin' peace
can't you see?

Way too hard, I'm lookin' more for mellow
this Viet Nam vet, sure loves his Jell-O! :cheeky:

Eat your Jello Bro's.

written by: steve cliche ... 6/21/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

I'm freaking out, this is getting scary
I looked in my ears, it's getting kinda hairy.

It's really strange, this getting older
but one good part, I'm getting bolder.

I say what I feel, I don't hold back
was really closed up, now I just yak.

Say things, I never would have said
whatever happens to come to my head

Like did you know, that I'm a Viet Nam vet?
and when I shower, I get wet.

Yeah, it's true; I get soaking wet
I have teeth, a complete set.

I like women; I mean a lot
it's one thing, that I ain't got.

But I'm looking, everywhere I go
some look back, don't you know.

Hey this is great; I'm speaking my mind
as for the woman, one I will find.

And she will be pretty, and sweet to me
aye lass, I love your knee.

But cover them up, we're going out
modesty, that's what it's about.

I can now say, that it's all been fun
like riding my bike, yes I have one.

I have a Harley, and there is no dirt
I have a bike, not just the shirt.

Guys now days go buy a leather vest
wear the shirt, think their the best.

Real bikers, think back to your past
when we were hated, that was a blast.

We'd pull up, with a police escort
they were there, just for the sport.

Yep, I say whatever I like
like what I said about my bike.

Then there's my hair, I keep it long
get over it, like that eagles song.

Ladies like it, they cut me slack
some say it's pretty, but just from the back ... lol.

I'm really liking this talking thing
maybe next, I'll start to sing.

I'm just kidding, I won't sing
that sort of pain, I won't bring.

But don't tell me, that I cannot
if you do, you'll get what you got!

Oh Yeah, then I will sing,
just because I do my own thing.

Let's see, what else can I say?
Oh, I know, I did it my way!

Hey that's a song, that's kinda cool
I won't sing, I won't be cruel.

But I'll say what I feel, oh yes,
what I say next, I'll let you guess.

Should I end this poem, is it done?
I think it is, here's another one.

My employee, she'd like to quit
she post's my poem's, she's thowing a fit.

I write a poem, every single day
I guess I have a lot to say.

I'm not Shakespeare; I'm not a poet
but I say what I want, and you know it.

Like this one here, it's gotten quite long
I'm a tinkling cymbal; I'm a booming gong.

My employee don't care, shes says go ahead

I'm just wondering, does she want me dead?

This is my poem, I hope you don't swipe it
I wrote this line, just so she'll type it.

If you think this is strange, I think you might
then check out my art, go to my site.

I draw a lot, every single day
it's my site, I'm steve cliche.

written by: steve cliche ... lol .... 6/22/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

I'm writing this story, of a long time ago
it's really where you've been, not where you know
oh you can go, and you can spend time
but thirty years later, can you make it all rhyme?

This has been the strangest life, for me anyway
the only one I've had, up to today
I might have had more, I really can't tell
but this one's a trip, I'm here to tell.

When I was 16, I went away
seven and a half months, that's a long stay.
It was in California, and I punched a feller
to darn bad it was Sgt Reller.

Pleasant Hill police dept. , I got him in the nose
Steve hit a cop: Off he goes!
When I got out, I had no car,
so Steve and I, stole us a car.

Went to L A, got there real quick
see we were on speed, smokin' thai stick.
I took Darla, Steve took Cris
we got them both pregnant: we never miss.

I'm going back to jail, got to stay calm
Hey, I know, I'll go to Nam.
Well that idea sucked ... really big time
should of went to jail, for my crime.

But there I was, 10,000 miles away
118 in the shade, have a nice stay
so in a strange sort of way, I paid for my crime
Oh man, did I do some time.

Ah, but then I came home, and I bought me a home
I'm settled down, no more to roam
two boys, and 17 years
and she walked out, left me in tears

I got the boys, and I had this big bike
so I joined a motor cycle club, with guys that i like.
That was preety cool, had lots of fun
ran with bad dudes, carried my gun.

But I'd grown wiser, I looked at my life
I ain't going to jail, over my ex-wife
so I backed out, of the whole lifestyle
it's been that way for quite a while.

No more cops, no more jail
my biggest thrill is checking my mail
that's ok, I don't mind a bit
I can go outside and decide where to sit.

It's the simple things, that mean the most
like gettin' up, and makin' toast
talking to Cooper, my grandson
and now Aaron and Angie gave me another one.

His name is Tanner, I hear him cry on the phone
I live in the mountains, and I'm all alone
but it's ok, I've had a good life
I've even gotten over that crazy ex-wife.

Well now you know, a part of my story
I'm still here, I give God the glory
oh yes, didn't I mention, that I got saved?
kinda funny, after the way I've behaved.

But I'm just the sort that Jesus died for
I'll praise his name, forever more
My savior, my king, my constant friend
I'll give Him the glory, until my end.

written by: steve cliche ........ 6/22/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Have you ever dreamed of flying, soaring through blue skies, with soft white fluffy clouds drifting by, and then, put the ship in a screaming dive, with every gun blazing, and take out half a villiage, in a single pass?

Or, gliding along through those peaceful blue skies, like it could go on forever, one whispy cloud after another, floating by, and then, diving down low, shooting through the air, as you totally unload on a line of unsuspecting enemy troops?

The clouds seem so soft, and yet firm enough to step out onto it's surface, and just walk, and then charging forward, with a chilling scream, thrusting your freshly sharpened bayonet completly through a charging enemy.

As you walk, you often wonder, how or where could there be a more peaceful place, what could give more pleasure than this, nothing, unless maybe you could pull out a frag, and take out the whole place, a massive explosion, destroying the entire area.

It's nice here, I think I'll stay, just kick back, relax, enjoy the serenity, till I get the urge to take my rifle, insert a fresh clip, and then just go to town, rockin and rollin, kill em all, let God sort them out.

Yeah this is cool, finally no worries, everything in it's place, set to be as enjoyable as it can be, put here for our pleasure, like a claymore, set to take out the enemy at about waist level, tearing his legs out from under him.

This is awesome, I never want to leave, it's where I belong, where I choose to be, till the clouds break up, and I take a head long plunge, screaming toward the earth, where I explode into a bloody mist.

I'm just kidding, go ahead and enjoy the image of the blue skies, the clouds, drifting, the image I have described, just relax, ..... but ..... remember, I could walk up behind you, and choke the very life out of you.

just kidding ...... I am kidding ain't I?????

written by: steve cliche ... 6/22/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[dallee]

My Grandson

Cooper’s so great, there is no other
he even gets credit for his new little brother.

Certainly not his dad, or his mother
Cooper's the reason for the other.

We will love the other, he'll be the same
but Cooper made it happen, he gets the fame.

Cause, if he wasn’t so cute, if he wasn’t so cool
they wouldn’t have the other ~ why only a fool...

We all love Cooper, he is the best
that’s why mom and dad made a new nest.

All the credit, all the fame
it all goes to him, Coopers his name.

So if they expected praise, just for mating well
Cooper gets the credit, I’m here to tell.

But we'll all love Cooper's brother
oh yeah, we'll all love the other ...

But give Cooper the credit
not his dad or his mother.

Way to go Cooper....love dampa

[steve]

Rules for "Non Masters"

Whatever you do, take care of the master.
If at all possible, do it even faster.

Is he hungry, has he ben fed?
Run get his slippers, turn down his bed.

Run, do it now, don't be slow,
You're serving the master, don't you know.

You're like the mold, he's the head cheese,
Learn to serve, always to please.

So lets get a move on, go fix his plate,
When feeding the master, don't make him wait.

His friends have arrived, masters one and all,
So all of you non masters, lets get on the ball.

Humbly say hello; make sure they are greeted,
Don't think of you; make sure they are seated.

Do your job, just try your best,
As for serving the master, you'll learn the rest.

Never argue, why even fight.
When it's quite well known, the master is right.

With that tiny brain, the size of a pea,
Let the master decide, and right he will be.

A few little chores, to avoid disaster,
Care for the kids, but serve the master.

Don't take this wrong, my little greeting,
This talk of masters, and all of their seating.

I better go, this reminder is done,
Go serve the master, then you have some fun.

written by: ummmmmm.....steve cliche ???...
If I had any women fans, I'm just kidding.....(sorta)
6/22/04

www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

The Breeze

I watched God today, He was in the wind, in the trees
I walked in His spirit, and fell to my knees
I bowed my head, and spoke to my father
He took time to listen, and I was no bother

We spoke of the times, I didn't do right
The Lord just forgave me, I thought that He might
We have this deal, and it works really well
Whenever I sin, He forgives what I tell

I try not to sin, and God tries to please us
My mistakes have been paid for, by God's son, Jesus
I love my father, and He loves me
and what Jesus did, has set me free

I read God's word, and I love to hear it
It gives me peace, and comforts my spirit
Do you feel God's power, can you feel the breeze
Are you loving God, are you down on your knees

I pray that you are, it's a great place to be
Man what a gift, and it's totally free
He didn't have to do it, but He's a God of love
He became one of us, came down from above

We did not love Him; we were full of doubt
The tomb is empty, they said with a shout
He died on a cros, He said it is done
Believe in me, I am God's son

Oh what caring, man what a love
He's waiting on us, He's our God up above

Do you feel the breeze?

written by: steve cliche ....6/22/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Tom Thumb wasn't very tall

Mary had a little lamb, oh yes
a little bo peep too, I guess.

Mother Goose told fairy tales
Peter Pan and ships with sails

Little red riding hood, what a gal
and the two little pigs, and their pal

Lots of wolfs, with great big teeth
Jingle bells, and a great big wreath

por pork porkey ppig, and elmer fudd,
house of straw, with a little mud

I think I saw a putty tat
living in shoes and things like that

All cartoons, but some seem real
and goldie locks, ate their meal

Bugs bunny, and then there's daffy
I'm sure there's one, with the name Kathy

beep beep, and off he goes
will he be caught, no one knows

Now there's sponge bob, and his square pants
picinic baskests, and lots of ants

Yogi Bear, and boo boo too
all made up for me and you

Don't forget Tweety, he's a bird
101 Dalmations, oh what a heard

Stories written, for one and all
Batman and Robin, who answer the call

Popey and Bluto, and Olive Oil
The moon is cheese, but it wont spoil

I could list, a whole lot more
but I don't want to become a bore

written by: steve cliche ....6/22/04
abbidy abbidy that's all folks ... lol

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

I'm writing this, about the baby
A bundle of joy, there is no maybe
So sweet, so full of life
Cuts your heart, like a knife
Brings a smile to your face
Dress her up in bows and lace
I know that she is your world
A very precious little girl
Sent to you, for you to love
A gift from God, up above
You are smiling, this I bet
The baby loves, to get you wet
And you become, whatever she needs
And do the little, mother deeds
It all pays off in the end
All her love, she will send
Loves her mom, more than any
As for friends, she'll have many
But her best, will be you
All because, of what you do
You're her world, her place of peace
And your love will never cease
Love the baby, she's so fine
In her eyes, you love the shine
When you look, up to heaven
You thank God, 7 times 7
I know you stand, and watch her sleep
But her laughter, you still keep
What a day you two had
Not one moment were you sad
You're the mother of a treasure
And she is your little pleasure
Just to see her out at play
Touches your heart, makes your day
I'm so glad, she's in your heart
And to top it all, she's very smart
Yep you're lucky, you've got the baby
She's the best, there is no maybe
So spend your time, do it all
Love the baby while she's small
Watch her close as she sleeps
Love that's given is for keeps
Shhhhhh she's sleeping, be very quiet
When she's awake she's a riot
She is dreaming of her friends
And mom rests, at days end

written by: steve cliche .....6/24/04
www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

"What If"

what if God had put wings on a cat
and what if skinny things all were fat

what if birds had great big heads
what if hippo's slept in beds

what if worms had really big feet
what if pigs were really neat

what if giraffes were tiny like bats
what if they did this in tiny little hats

what if bees were as big as a house
what if lions were as small as a mouse

what if dogs were all bright yellow
what if we all only ate Jell-O

what if trees could laugh out loud
what if snails raced through a crowd

what if everything was just what we chose
what if we all had forty-one toes

what if we only had two little teeth
what if boys were all named Keith

what if dogs meowed like cats
what if everyone slept on mats

what if you saw me as the king
what if I got to name everything

what if you could hear only me
what if I were all you see

what if these things were really true
what if I were actually you

written by: steve cliche ... the names in this poem
were changed to protect the innocent 6/24/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

I Live Alone

It becomes kinda natural, after twenty years or so,
I live alone, did you already know?

I used to go out, every Saturday night
get stoned; party down; and maybe fight.

Friday nights, it was just the same
while walking the edge, you're to blame

but now I live alone, and this you know
because I said what I said, and that makes it so.

We write the script, by the choices we make
and the Lord won't allow, more than we can take.

So don't be bummed out, if you live alone
it can be fine, this I've been shown.

I draw everyday, today I rode my bike
called up some friends, talked on my mic.

I'm writing this poem, watching jewel of the nile
because these new shows are not my style

but it's ok, because I set the tone
and it sounds very peaceful, cause I live alone.

written by: steve cliche
www.clichefantasyart.com

[Trooper]

steve cliche


Ever wonder Why???

[Trooper]

Steve
Are you awake now?

[steve]

troop are you trying to be crappy , or is it just coming across that way????....also in christ , steve

[ajusmc]

Steve, as in "Footprints in the Sand", when we are at our weakest the Lord showes his strenght. One set of prints in the sand, he carries you thru the fights and drugs. The Lord stays by your side thru thick and thin. So as we stay in our homes, secluded from the world, are we really alone?

~~AJ~~

[Trooper]

troop are you trying to be crappy , or is it just coming across that way????....also in christ , steve


Steve
As a Pastor with a drug program, I personally don't like DRUG Poetry.

As far as me being Crappy: 2centswort

It is a very small thing that I should be judged of you. (1 Corinthians 4:3)


Or in common vanacular, "Ain't no thing!"

[cj]

Good poem......Steve.
Got one of my own. I write too.

What Is This?

Funny how time seems to change our view
Making it real or go sometimes askew.
Time like a lantern can light up the dark,
Make a nightmare turn into a walk in the park.

Funny that those who parade in white clothes
Try to change a charade into honesty's rose.
As if they're afraid of a reality check,
By golly, by gosh, not me, by heck.

Denial of true thoughts and fear of life's game,
Hiding behind a pretense of His Name.
Coming and going and offers of grace,
But critical and biting with egg on their face.

Constructive criticism, is that what it is?
Constructive to who, not mine and not his.
The cry of a soul who says what he thinks
And you cannot stand it, and that really stinks.

What is this really and truly about?
Bringing in souls? Or just running them out.
Too many ministers are spoiling the fire.
Too many leaders in critical attire.

Where is the love of Jesus, my dear?
Flew out the window as He sheds a tear.
Accuse me as well for I've hurt from your thrust.
Delete and pretend if you really really must.

But remember this well, remember this day
When a soul cried out and you just turned away.
Instead of encouragement, you gave nothing but strife.
If you can't hear about it, it isn't gone from YOUR life.

So somewhere the truth lies in limbo today.
Just like your reactions to what people say.
Instead of reaching out in a real loving way...
You'd rather it all just go far far away.

[dallee]

Lets expand a little on the verse previously quoted

It seems the church in Corinth has just split because the people were arguing over whom they followed, be it Paul or Appollos. Paul has just written a typical lengthy reply saying that it matters not whom the people say they follow as they should be following Christ and that both he and Appollos had labored to lay a foundationg upon which they could grow. That foundation being Christ who comes from God anyhow.

In chapter 4 Paul says:
So then, men ought to regard us as servants of Christ and as those entrusted with the secret things of God. Now it is required that those who have been given a trust must prove faithful. I care very little if I am judged by you or by any human court indeed, I do not even judge myself. My consciense is clear, BUT THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME INNOCENT. It is the Lord who judges me. Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time, wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's hearts. At that time each will receive his praise from God. Now brothers, I have applied these things to myself and Appollos for your benefit, so that you may learn from us the meaning of the saying 'do not go beyond what is written" Ten you will not take pride in one man over against another. For who makes differnent from anyone else? What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as though you did not?



In light of this passage of scripture i am just curious, who is judging whom here?

In my personal testimony I mention my past use of drugs, so does my pastor who taught me how to give my testimony. Although he does not have his own drug program, he does have a heart hungry to lead lost souls to Christ and he is quite good at it. Mainly because he is real and the people relate to him. I have never heard him sound off with an aire of superiority or with the callousness to ambiguously comment on someone's words. This is a man that I admire deeply. I wish all could learn from him how little this stuff means when compared to eternity.

Asking if you are "being crappy or does it just sound that way" is not judging, it is asking a question.

Calling this poem "drug poetry" is stretching it a bit.

[cj]

Lets expand a little on the verse previously quoted

It seems the church in Corinth has just split because the people were arguing over whom they followed, be it Paul or Appollos. Paul has just written a typical lengthy reply saying that it matters not whom the people say they follow as they should be following Christ and that both he and Appollos had labored to lay a foundationg upon which they could grow. That foundation being Christ who comes from God anyhow.

In chapter 4 Paul says:
So then, men ought to regard us as servants of Christ and as those entrusted with the secret things of God. Now it is required that those who have been given a trust must prove faithful. I care very little if I am judged by you or by any human court indeed, I do not even judge myself. My consciense is clear, BUT THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME INNOCENT. It is the Lord who judges me. Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time, wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's hearts. At that time each will receive his praise from God. Now brothers, I have applied these things to myself and Appollos for your benefit, so that you may learn from us the meaning of the saying 'do not go beyond what is written" Ten you will not take pride in one man over against another. For who makes differnent from anyone else? What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as though you did not?



In light of this passage of scripture i am just curious, who is judging whom here?

In my personal testimony I mention my past use of drugs, so does my pastor who taught me how to give my testimony. Although he does not have his own drug program, he does have a heart hungry to lead lost souls to Christ and he is quite good at it. Mainly because he is real and the people relate to him. I have never heard him sound off with an aire of superiority or with the callousness to ambiguously comment on someone's words. This is a man that I admire deeply. I wish all could learn from him how little this stuff means when compared to eternity.

Asking if you are "being crappy or does it just sound that way" is not judging, it is asking a question.

Calling this poem "drug poetry" is stretching it a bit.

************************************************** ******
Couldn't have said it better myself. AMEN! In our work with vets with alcohol and drug problems, My hubby usmc26th is never hesitant to tell them of his alcohol and drug days before finding a better way with the Lord. Never does he refuse their need to talk, write, phone or otherwise lay their hearts and feelings and emotions out in front of him. That is just part of the healing. We like Steve's poetry and in it see where he's been, see some of his heart, and see him using the poetry as a good outlet and that is not bad. As layman for Jesus, we are supposed to be able to listen without criticism. That's why I wrote the poem just before your post. We saw nothing in this poem "Alone" that would make it drug poetry nor did it in any way deserve such criticism. Christ would have us to reach out and understand, not judge and criticize. CJ

[dallee]

I believe the amount of poetry he is sharing with you on this forum shows that he is indeed awake.
Do you talk to the people in your church like this? Is this how you train up believers to be sent out into the fields to work the harvest?
What is the purpose in leaving such a biting message? I truely do not understand. I do my best to encourage people and try to draw them to Christ and his family.

There was a time when I was the leader of the teen group at my local church, when I was having a terrible time getting them to pray out loud in front of their peers. I even had three of the pastor's own kids in my group. No one would do more than giggle, sometimes errupting into teenage laughter.
I finally asked them why and they replied because they were afraid of being laughed at. I told them I would not laugh at them and they replied with strained silence and then more giggles. I told them I could take them into the sanctuary and show them at least 150 people who would not laugh at them.
The pastor's daughter was the first to speak.
She said "Oh yeah? I hear my dad make fun of people's prayers all the time"


I knew I had no chance with any of them from that day on. I never could get that out of my mind. How can I lead to christ when the pastor and other leaders in the church will openly make fun of people in front of them?

As a minister, a leader in any capacity, it is your duty to live a life above reproach because leaders are there to be followed. If you are biting and sarcastic then it leaves that option open for your followers. Just look at the damage done by so many preachers who have gone astray. That has given half the world an excuse to stay away from "Christians"

[dallee]

Just wanted to clarify that this poem was written by steve, I just posted it for him.
Although Cooper is cute and sweet enough for me to claim as my own grandson, I cannot claim credit for the poem.

[steve]

Take A Peek

I used to do drugs, but not any more,
I wouldn't even know how to score.
Actually I would probably gag,
if I went and bought a bag.

All your money goes down the drain,
and your life is full of pain.
You end up sad, oh so down
noone wants you around.

Can't be trusted; can't be calm,
you would rip off your own mom.

I've see people loose their life
and I've seen them loose their wife.
Loose their homes, live on the street
stick the needle in their feet.

And the search will never cease,
all they want is a little peace.
People do whatever they choose
that is why they drink booze.

I'm here to say it will not be,
it don't matter if your drugs are free.
Don't do drugs so you'll be in
but if you do, it's only sin.

For all have sinned and come short
you'll have a drink; you'll have a quart.
Yes booze is just another drug
but I understand, so here's a hug.

Hopefully you'll wake up some day
and start to look for another way.
Drugs were there just to please us
If you want a high, talk to Jesus.

I've seen guys with six months to live
not one thing do they have to give.
But the Lord even loves them,
if they will only turn to Him.

If you're on drugs; if you're on dope,
it's ok, there's still hope.
Don't let people put you down
you can always turn around.

We've all sinned, been in that stupor,
and yes, I mean even Trooper.
If you want to show a new way
be very careful what you say.

Cause if you don't, and you're mean
they won't listen ~ as you've seen.

Who do you really think you are?
I bet you think you're better by far.
You think that you are better than me,
but your sins, God can see.

Like your mind and how you think.
as for helping, you really stink.
I've been burned by your church
left me out, in the lurch.

Thinking that they are better,
standing there in a v neck sweater
suits and ties are not my trip
so please, troop, just shut your lip.

Walk a while in my shoes,
then tell me your dont's and do's.
Have you ever lost a child?
Or has your walk been very mild?

Did you ever meet your mother?
Get a clue; be a brother.
You're not helping by being a jerk
or is this just your little quirk?

Are you angry? Is that your sin?
Do you have your glass of gin?
What's your sin my loving brother?
I have mine; you have another.

So in the future keep in mind,
you win them over by being kind.
Don't talk of things you don't even know
don't tell me, where I should go.

Take care of Troop, and his sin,
Then to Christ you might win.
Why don't you shut up and pray,
then they won't just turn away.

You might even use your smarts,
and then MAYBE you'll win some hearts.

Yes I used to be on dope,
But now the Lord is my hope.
The Lord has taught me the real scoop,
He never said listen only to Troop.

If I didn't already know,
your words would make me go
away from you, and what you say
I'd go find another way.

We are all to be the healer
you are more like the dealer.
They have no heart as they sell
they just think .. Oh well.

Think a bit before you speak
in your heart you need to peek.
It's ok Troop, we all sin,
did before ~ will again.

So chill out bro, get a grip,
this is my little trip.
When you want to say a thing,
try to say it like the King.

Use some love and understanding,
don't be crappy and demanding.
This will turn away the weak,
look at you; take a peek.

written by: steve cliche ... 6/26/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[danausmc]

Take A Peek

I used to do drugs, but not any more,
I wouldn't even know how to score.
Actually I would probably gag,
if I went and bought a bag.

All your money goes down the drain,
and your life is full of pain.
You end up sad, oh so down
noone wants you around.

Can't be trusted; can't be calm,
you would rip off your own mom.

I've see people loose their life
and I've seen them loose their wife.
Loose their homes, live on the street
stick the needle in their feet.

And the search will never cease,
all they want is a little peace.
People do whatever they choose
that is why they drink booze.

I'm here to say it will not be,
it don't matter if your drugs are free.
Don't do drugs so you'll be in
but if you do, it's only sin.

For all have sinned and come short
you'll have a drink; you'll have a quart.
Yes booze is just another drug
but I understand, so here's a hug.

Hopefully you'll wake up some day
and start to look for another way.
Drugs were there just to please us
If you want a high, talk to Jesus.

I've seen guys with six months to live
not one thing do they have to give.
But the Lord even loves them,
if they will only turn to Him.

If you're on drugs; if you're on dope,
it's ok, there's still hope.
Don't let people put you down
you can always turn around.

We've all sinned, been in that stupor,
and yes, I mean even Trooper.
If you want to show a new way
be very careful what you say.

Cause if you don't, and you're mean
they won't listen ~ as you've seen.

Who do you really think you are?
I bet you think you're better by far.
You think that you are better than me,
but your sins, God can see.

Like your mind and how you think.
as for helping, you really stink.
I've been burned by your church
left me out, in the lurch.

Thinking that they are better,
standing there in a v neck sweater
suits and ties are not my trip
so please, troop, just shut your lip.

Walk a while in my shoes,
then tell me your dont's and do's.
Have you ever lost a child?
Or has your walk been very mild?

Did you ever meet your mother?
Get a clue; be a brother.
You're not helping by being a jerk
or is this just your little quirk?

Are you angry? Is that your sin?
Do you have your glass of gin?
What's your sin my loving brother?
I have mine; you have another.

So in the future keep in mind,
you win them over by being kind.
Don't talk of things you don't even know
don't tell me, where I should go.

Take care of Troop, and his sin,
Then to Christ you might win.
Why don't you shut up and pray,
then they won't just turn away.

You might even use your smarts,
and then MAYBE you'll win some hearts.

Yes I used to be on dope,
But now the Lord is my hope.
The Lord has taught me the real scoop,
He never said listen only to Troop.

If I didn't already know,
your words would make me go
away from you, and what you say
I'd go find another way.

We are all to be the healer
you are more like the dealer.
They have no heart as they sell
they just think .. Oh well.

Think a bit before you speak
in your heart you need to peek.
It's ok Troop, we all sin,
did before ~ will again.

So chill out bro, get a grip,
this is my little trip.
When you want to say a thing,
try to say it like the King.

Use some love and understanding,
don't be crappy and demanding.
This will turn away the weak,
look at you; take a peek.

written by: steve cliche ... 6/26/04

www.clichefantasyart.com





Steve,
How is it when you dont like a question or someones response, you call them crappy??? But you respond with the same attitude you decry??

If I had blocked you from the start, when people complained about your work, no one would get to know you or your work. It took all of us at least 30 plus years since the war to get to where we are now. How do you expect anyone to understand ......without first getting to know your work....we all took a different path to get here, but we are here now. And so are you.

We can only respond from our own experience.....and if your "poems" bring out the bad experiences to draw from, what do you expect.??

The trouble with this form of communication is you cant get the tone or inflection of face to face and you have to guess......the meaning. Someone questions you, you need to be able to share your beliefs.
Dana

[dallee]

just for claification Steve did not call Trooper crappy. He innocently and honestly asked if the comment left was meant to sound crappy, or if he was just taking it that way. Trooper decided to respond by calling " I live alone" drug poetry, which it is not.

Dana if you really think you should block Steve's poetry go for it. You are the one who will have to answer to God for that. If people want to complain that is their right. Let them.

What is the real purpose of this site anyhow? You say you want to draw hurting vets close to Christ, but if they dont automatically conform to the mold you think they should you are all rude to them. I dont get it. How are you going to reach out to hueting vets? They are not sweet, nice executice officers, who wear suits and speak with manners or silly accents. Most of the ones who need to be reached are weekend bikers, living on the edge of society who use drugs and dont come to christian websites.

If this were my ministry I would be ecstatic to see steve and his work. When you get one of "their own" others will follow. I cannot believe that you call this a ministry yet you only welcome the nice, sweet, gentle people who make you feel good.
Were you guys really in Viet Nam?
Did you really experience Viet Nam? Steve is not the first to have this reaction to it. Why are all of you "ministers" not wrapping your arms around him and welcoming him? Why are you not talking directly to him? Why are you not praying with him to help him find peace and healing? My stars, I was never in the military, and am not a minister. But I know what Jesus in His ministry. He went to the where the whores, the lepers, the poor, the disease ridden,and the reviled tax collectors were. Yes he also went to synagogs. And they treated him worse than you are treating Steve at the end, but it started out with an air of superiority, They said just let him "post" his crap, it is all hype and soon it will go away. When it didnt go away they started making snide little comments and asking questions designed to trip him up. Steve did not say what you are accusing him of saying. Several of us thought that Troopers comments were not very nice. Steve asked him instead of assuming something incorrectly. Trooper confirmed with a very rude and innappropriately quoted scripture.

I would love to see someone respond to the comments that have been left by myself and others concerning this.

Dale

[danausmc]

just for claification Steve did not call Trooper crappy. He innocently and honestly asked if the comment left was meant to sound crappy, or if he was just taking it that way. Trooper decided to respond by calling " I live alone" drug poetry, which it is not.

Dana if you really think you should block Steve's poetry go for it. You are the one who will have to answer to God for that. If people want to complain that is their right. Let them.

What is the real purpose of this site anyhow? You say you want to draw hurting vets close to Christ, but if they dont automatically conform to the mold you think they should you are all rude to them. I dont get it. How are you going to reach out to hueting vets? They are not sweet, nice executice officers, who wear suits and speak with manners or silly accents. Most of the ones who need to be reached are weekend bikers, living on the edge of society who use drugs and dont come to christian websites.

If this were my ministry I would be ecstatic to see steve and his work. When you get one of "their own" others will follow. I cannot believe that you call this a ministry yet you only welcome the nice, sweet, gentle people who make you feel good.
Were you guys really in Viet Nam?
Did you really experience Viet Nam? Steve is not the first to have this reaction to it. Why are all of you "ministers" not wrapping your arms around him and welcoming him? Why are you not talking directly to him? Why are you not praying with him to help him find peace and healing? My stars, I was never in the military, and am not a minister. But I know what Jesus in His ministry. He went to the where the whores, the lepers, the poor, the disease ridden,and the reviled tax collectors were. Yes he also went to synagogs. And they treated him worse than you are treating Steve at the end, but it started out with an air of superiority, They said just let him "post" his crap, it is all hype and soon it will go away. When it didnt go away they started making snide little comments and asking questions designed to trip him up. Steve did not say what you are accusing him of saying. Several of us thought that Troopers comments were not very nice. Steve asked him instead of assuming something incorrectly. Trooper confirmed with a very rude and innappropriately quoted scripture.

I would love to see someone respond to the comments that have been left by myself and others concerning this.

Dale


You missed my entire point. You are offended over nothing. Steve, who chooses to only post verse and not dialogue with anyone, is more than welcome here.
I did not ever say I was going to, or did block his ability to post here.
What do you expect?

You really want all of us to talk a certain way?

Each person is different and has different experiences. What do you know about Vietnam except what others have told you?? Not everone is a biker or drug user and many that are so called successful, were drug users, drinkers, bikers, and all kinds of bad at one time or another. There were three and a half million men and women on the ground in Vietnam and everyone of them has a different experience.

Someone posted here once that you needed to have at least 6 1/2 years in combat to have PTSD. You think thats right? Many people jumped on that right away, and the person was able to clarify what they meant. And life went on.

There is a place for dialogue and the poems is a place for folks like Steve to express their feelings, and emotions, of which he does a very fine job.

What do you think the point of all this is? INCLUDING THE POEMS? I dont believe that Steve or anyone else posts their work to intice a war, but my goodness, it cant all be one sided.

[Trooper]

If I personaly like steve's poetry or not, should not have any effect on anyone else. It's my problem, not yours. As far as names go, "sticks and stones", I work in the County Mental Hospital, I get called a lot worse every night. That to is MY problem. In all honesty, I was slightly Flattered that Steve responded, shows he's got guts and is willing to stand up for himself. My opinion of Steve, not that my opinion means anything, has actually improved.

[dallee]

What are you talking about Dana?

Steve wrote a poem about living alone and how that was ok now that he doesnt live the way he used to. Trooper left the snide remark asking if he ever wondered why. That was rude. Steve did not start anything. He just posted a poem and when he got that response he rightly asked if that was meant to sound crappy or if it just came accrossed that way.

What trooper responded with was inappropriate.

As far as what I know about vietnam ~ I know that there are a lot of hurting people out there who were in nam. To Quote Chuck Dean

1. Of those veterans who were married before going to Viet Nam, 38 percent were
diviorced within six months after returning from Southeast Asia.

2. The divorce reat for all Viet Nam Veterans is in the nintieth percentile.

3. Between 40 and 60 percent of all Viet Nam veterans have persistent problems
with emotional adjustment.

4. The suicide rate among veterans who have completed the local VA program is
estimated at 2.5 per hundred. the national accidental death and suicide rate is
fourteen thousand men per year - 33 percent above the national average.

5. Fifty-eight-thousand-plus Americans died in the Viet Nam war. Over 150,000
have committed suicide since the war ended.

6. Five hundred thousand Viet Nam veterans have been arrested or incarcerated
by the law. It is estimated that there are 100,000 Viet Nam vets in prison
today and 200,000 out on parole.

7. Drug-and alcohol abuse problems range between 50 percent and 75 percent.

8. Forty percent of Viet Nam veterans are unemployed and 25 percent earn less
than seven thousand per year.

also I know that a large percentage of Viet Nam verterans joined motorcycle clubs and this was confirmed in the book Nam Vet. During the war many vets became so accustomed to carrying weapons that it was difficult to be away from them when they returned to the states, ... Since motorcycle clubs,such as the Hell's Angles, tend to live a hardcore life, weapons are commonplace. What unit espirit and pride these guys had missed in Viet Nam they instantly obtained in their membership in these hard riding clubs.
And,
I know that God has put a special love in my heart for the vets who cant come home, and the comments made in response to "A Lie" that were also removed with the poem put a strain on my heart. To call these guys stereotypicall and accuse him of crying "poor me" " I am a viet nam vet and I have problems" shows a callousness that i did not expect to find on a christian site. I also was shocked to see that instead of anyone sending him a message saying hey welcome to the group, you are saying that he needs to jump in there and tell you about himself. That is what he is doing through his poetry.

My response is to the callous and rude way you and trooper have decided to talk to him.

But you know what, I dont need to stand up for Steve he is more than able to and he is not intimidated.

One thing is for certain, I have not felt the love of Christ on this site, and I do not feel welcome. So this will probably be my last post. I do want to minister to hurting vets, but not here.

[danausmc]

Do you truly believe that when someone makes a post, and another responds, it is meant to demean?

I think not.

Steve apparently took Troopers remark in a way that was not intended.
But when Steve asked the question about crappy, how would you have responded?

And why do you think asking if Steve ever asked himself why he prefers alone, is inappropriate? Chat forums are for chat. If someone cant ask why or what, just like you have asked me, then what is the point of even having this?


And any post that is here is open to intrepretation. If what I see does not line up with the intent of the post, I need to ask the author what he means and not expect that every time I will get some response questioning my Christianity or what I should be saying.

I am writing this as sincerly as I can with no malice or condemnation.

I guess thats it. You are more than welcome here, just as Steve is.

[dallee]

No i dont believe that every response is meant to demean. Trooper left comments on two poems both left room for ambiguity. Steve ASKed for clarification when he asked if trooper meant it to sound crappy or not.
The comment on "have you ever wondered why?" was the ambiguous one. It was the calling his poem "drug poetry" and then quoting a scripture out of context that i found inappropriate. I dont think most "newbies" would be encouraged to continue after that.

But if you want to turn this around and make it something it is not i wont stop you. I did not say i expected everyone to talk alike, I never indicated you were not a Christian. I simply said I thought someone should be reaching out to invite him in instead of expecting him to come seek you out to talk, and that i think Jesus would have been more understanding if he were wanting to draw someone into the fold.

But as you say, What do I know about it?

[danausmc]

going backwards....I was responding to your question with a question....

you wrote
"Did you really experience Viet Nam? Steve is not the first to have this reaction to it. Why are all of you "ministers" not wrapping your arms around him and welcoming him? Why are you not talking directly to him?"

I believe the posts I have made that start out, STEVE, is an indication I am talking directly to him, and not any one else. When you post and I answer, it is to you.

The responses that have been to Steve, he responds to in verse. He has made his position clear. That is what chat rooms are for, I dont see that anyone has been uncivil or for that matter, uncaring.

Now to add one more thing....."not the first to have this reaction", yes you are right. If someone comes to me and says this is where I am, this works for me, I am Born Again but still have not had any relief, but I prefer to keep away, have no interaction with others, am unwilling to talk to anybody, stay up all night, sleep all day, because the dark keeps me in bondage, in a place I dont want to go back to, but can never leave, still have nightmares, still have all the intrusive thoughts, dont want to keep them, but it is a familiar place for me to be, and I dont want to get hurt again, so I keep myself there, Im tired of people, if they dont respond the way I expect, I will say...see they dont care!! So I will just stay off in my own corner of the world and not bother.....
OR
Would you respond with some cliche, some worn out phrase, some tired old words that person is unwilling to embrace. Or would you say,

STEVE, I BEEN THERE...you want to talk....have at it.....but only when you are ready??

And yes too, to what you said about stereotypes. My only meaning was this, there is too much talk and writing to how screwed up Vietnam Vets in particular are, so much that all are painted with the same brush, no matter what they did or did not do in Vietnam. Steve and ALL Vietnam Veterans are heroes. They went where no one else wanted to go. Did what their Country called them to do and then came home to a less than thankful nation.

There is hope, this is a place for caring and if you dont "feel" it here, I dont know what else I can do.

dana

[steve]

o Is She A Dink ...lol

Can't we all just get along?
This is how we will be strong.

As for Dale, she really cares
when we came home to the stares.

No she's not a Viet Nam vet
but as for caring I'd win that bet.

We are Americans one and all
We all live on this big ball.

You don't have to be a vet
to care for people you never met.

I wish there could of been more
who cared enough to know the score.

She has taken more time than me
to learn the truth, to really see.

As for me I could care less
I got sick of all the mess.

But she took time to learn our plight
I'm glad she didn't have to fight.

But now she's truely on our side
she knows about how they lied.

She thanked me just for serving
I didn't think I was deserving.

Now we are friends, she's so cool
and this lady is no fool.

By the way, I love this site
but lets all end this stupid fight.

Yea, lets all end this silly fight,
after all we know I'm right.

Now that I stop to really think,
she was there but she was a dink.

I'm just kidding she's not a dink
I said that with a wink.

She's my buddy the one I met,
and I feel she is a vet.

We're all vets, the ones that care.
not just those who were there.

we're just friends, we dont smootch,
but I wish she would of shared my hootch.

Again I'm joking, at least I think,
wonder if she is a dink.

Looky there I did it again,
when dealing with me you just can't win.


I think we all said our piece
now all this can cease.

All of you won't like my rhymes
while in Nam I made E3 three times.

Now that I stop and think
maybe I was a dink.

All I know that's really sure
is that Jesus is the cure.

I'm having fun with the poems
May God bless all your homes.

Am I writing all this stuff?
Do you think I've wrote enough?

Well I don't so I'll write more,
one day I wrote four.

I'm here now so lets all be friends,
surface quick you get the bends.

That line made no sense
I guess now you think I'm dense.

But really now does it matter?
We're all just here, getting fatter.

I've lost more hair than I ever had
it's growing back and that aint bad.

It's growing back that's what I said
too bad it's on the back of my head.

I think I'll just go on and on,
I bet you wish that I was gone.

Were the roses really red?
is that what they really said?

Were the Violets truely blue?
I'm stopping now for all of you.

written by: steve cliche ....6/26/04
i really do live alone ..... ha ha

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[steve]

Jesus Knew You

I sat before the Lord today
just to hear what He might say.

He turned to Peter; they looked at me
then they smiled, they did agree.

"Steve's OK" the Lord did say
"Yes Lord let's let him stay.

He's the one who cracked us up"
then they passed me the cup.

We sat around, took some sips,
I sat and watched the Lord's lips.

Didn't want to miss a word,
Most loving voice I'd ever heard.

I didn't have a lot to say,
Jesus wanted me there anyway.

So I kicked back with the Lord,
and I never felt a bit ignored.

They spoke of things of the earth,
a mother's pain at a birth.

I was able to sit and stare,
as the Lord answered prayer.

I want you all to know one thing
we have a very loving King.

He healed a man who was just sad,
with a better life than he ever had.

He gave a home to those without,
"Glory To God" I had to shout.

Peter came and refilled my glass,
as these things came to pass.

Then the Lord healed a man
I think his name was Don or Dan.

He put food on empty plates;
loved the one who only hates.

And while He did all of this,
had time to give a holy kiss.

Said "I'm sorry Steve about your life,
I tried to work with your ex-wife

She would not listen nor obey."
"Thank you Lord" is all I could say.

Peter wanted to show me around,
all through heaven I heard the sound.

People saying "Praise The One"
Like Jesus said ~ It was done.

I saw the world and all the pain;
saw the clouds dropping the rain.

I looked around and to my surprise,
I looked right into your eyes.

I said "great you made it too"
"Yeah" you said "Just like you."

"Well I didn't get here on my own
come with me I'll show you the throne"

There sat Jesus, in all His glory,
telling children a beautiful story.

We sat down, me and you,
we are really children too.

At the end we had a feast,
I can't say I ate the least.

No one mean, no one rude
who's the cook that made all this food?

There was no cook, no need to bother
all was there from the Father.

A thousand cattle on a thousand hills
and God was there to pay the bills.

I get to stay for ever more,
my heart feels good, to the core.

When you ask Jesus into your heart
that is when your eternity will start.

Don't put it off, please don't wait
Put away all of your hate.

Open up let Him in your heart
you won't miss this if you are smart.

But if you wait and it passes you by,
and then you find you're going to die,

even then you can be saved,
no matter how you have behaved.

Jesus knew you all this time,
and that's the end of this rhyme.

written by: steve cliche .... 6/27/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Here Comes The Sun


It's so early that I'm waiting on the sun
and I think it might be late,
but we only have just this one
so I think that I'm going to wait.

When it's here things seem bright
and there seems to be more hope.
Yep! There it is, once again I'm right.
I'll send you some in an envelope.

I just love to see it rise,
and peek over the distant hill,
it really dosen't hurt the eyes
but later probably will.

Another gift from our God above
It's there to light our day.
Just a sign of His love
to help us on our way.

Wish that I could see you here
to hear the birds with me
to sit together oh so near
and see what we could see.

Thank you Lord, for the sun
thank you for the light
it was great to give us one
and this one is so bright.

It's been there everyday of my life
I've watched it many times
it will also show the strife
and our many crimes.

We need the light in our land
to push away the dark
now we can take our stand
and try to hit the mark.

Teach the world, let them see
the love from God above;
The sun is up for you and me
It's time to show our love.

Get up! Get up! enjoy the sun
it rose again today
Jesus Christ is the One
to help you on your way.

If you sleep and you dont wake
you'll miss the early rays
It's the day God did make
like all the other days.

Now that I've got this done
I'm going back to bed;
Just a bit of early fun
I could have slept instead.

But I woke to see the sun
and watch it's early rise,
now I need to really run
and shut my tired eyes.

written by: steve cliche .... 6/28/04
thank you Lord for the light

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[dallee]

Hello everyone,

I never gave a formal introduction of myself, but most of you have figured out who I am by now.
I am not a vet, never served in the armed forces, never lost anyone to a war.

I dont't know where my deep feelings for Viet Nam vets come from, but they exist none the less. I have read all of the books and articles I can get my hands on concerning the whole mess, and can honestly say I gave up trying to sort it all out.

God gave me a hunger and a love for the guys who were there. I started saying thank you to all of them I would meet. I got a little embarrased and kinda hurt at their less than enthusiastic respones, and stopped saying it for a while. The more I read and researched the more I began to understand and I decided my little bit of discomfort was nothing. I wanted to tell every single Viet Nam vet that I was really glad he served, and that I was sorry for not being there when he got home to say it.

Been having a hard time with my devotions for the past few days. Seems the Holy Spirit is doing His job and guietly convicting. You see, to know what is right to do and not do it is sin also.

It occurred to me, much too late, that all of you are Viet Nam veterans. I met you. But I never said "thank you" to you. I never said I was sorry for not being theree when you came home. In fact, I have been rather rude and callouse with you, expecting you to do things the way I think they should be done.

Dana, AJ, and Trooper, I am sorry. I can't offer an explaination. You guys have been through it enough, now you are trying to do something to reach out to the others and here I am giving you grief about it. My heart goes out to the guys who can't seem to find their way out of Nam. The ones who live in limbo in between. Yes they cast a large shadow over everyone who was there, and I get a little defensive of them sometimes. I will try to temper that with a little understanding of how frustrating that must be for those of you who have come home and tried to re-enter society on some level.

Thank you guys, for serving and for trying.

Am trying to attach something special for Dana and all of you marines. Hope it comes through

[Trooper]

dallee

No harm no foul.

[steve]

"BUSTED"

I got busted, years ago
breakin' the law, don't ya know.

Went to court, paid a fine
then the bars, I was behind.

Almost a year, just about one
they didn't like, me havin' the gun.

I was just where I didn't belong
40 days in the hole, remember that song?

But the gun, sure changed things
when you break the law, time it brings.

It's not what you get, it's what's taken away
So don't break the law, when you play.

As soon as I stopped, they left me alone
Now I'm in a better zone.

But at one time, I was locked up
this way of life, they interrupt.

You don't want, to go to jail,
having someone, reading your mail.

Never see, the skies of blue
people come to visit you.

Never time, to catch your breath
Live with guys, who want your death.

Every day, lasts a year
every night, shed a tear.

When you hear, the doors slam shut
you get this feeling, in your gut.

Out of your hands, you are there
it's too late, at walls you stare.

You live with people, you have to fight
someone else, shuts off your light.

As the years go by, your mind will leak
and then you find, it's just been a week.

If you think, that time flys,
go to jail. hear the cries.

I will never spend another day
behind bars, locked away.

So I'm giving you a bit of advice
dont go there, it aint nice.

when the lights fo out, your not so cool
Why oh why did I act the fool?

I had a Bible, I read it some
God was callin, here I come.

Jails good, for just one thing
You learn to think, what life could bring.

So now I'm out, never going back
I would rather, live in a shack.

As it is, I've been blessed
I bet by now, you have guessed.

Yep Jesus called me again
I said yes, your spirit come in.

Now I visit, those in jail
and I read my own mail.

I received, God's free gift
man did life, begin to shift.

I'm still bad, I am a sinner
but with God, I'm now a winner.

Do not wait, till it's really bad
Love God now, you'll be glad.

One mistake, and you're there too
no more looking, at skies of blue.

written by: steve cliche ..... 6/29/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

What Could I Say

Years ago, in a land far away
I shot a man, a very bad day.

It was a thing, I'd never done
tell the truth, there was more than one.

He was shooting, right back at me
the way he dropped, I got his knee.

He was hidden, except that knee
it was all, I could see.

So I took, careful aim
all that practice, was to blame.

The little fellow, dropped like a rock
for a while, I was in shock.

But my buds, and the pats on the back
got my mind, back on track.

"Don't feel bad" that's what they said
"Just be glad that dink is dead"

I asked "How do you know that he's dead?"
"He was also shot in the head"

I said "Wow, is that good?"
they said, I'd done what I should.

The next time, it wasn't so shocking
fired my weapon, had it rocking.

Didn't care, after a while
at times, it made me smile.

The new guys, would look at me
I just wondered, what'd they see.

Have I changed, can it be seen?
I know inside, I feel kinda mean.

Many a night, up in a tower
my m60, gave me some power.

Claymores set, trip wires out
shhhhh be quiet, no one shout.

Is that movement, send up a flare
eyes would burn, from the stare.

Look as hard, as you could
is that a dink, or a piece of wood.

All night long, the tension built
people at home, would just melt.

Who can keep, this up for a year?
I guess I did, cause I'm here.

But I'm really not the same
again the practice, was to blame.

Practice being, all up tight
then it starts, to feel right.

I stopped reading, letters I got
was busy trying, to not get shot.

Didn't write, to anyone
It was just, me and my gun.

I couldn't think, about my wife
a good way, to loose your life.

I'd left all that, way behind
I was now, a different kind.

Was not the kid, who went away
So if I wrote, what would I say?

I am fine, weather's great
guess what, I learned to hate.

I killed a dink, it made me smile
at home, I'd be on trial.

I had nothing, I could say
Ray died, oh by the way.

I can't tell, how I've been
When I kill, it makes me grin.

Do you think, I should of wrote?
I'll stop now, on that note.

written by: steve cliche ...6/30/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Tender and Sad

Tender and sad, beautiful beyond compare
I miss it, I miss all the feelings
those that have stuck with me
seem to haunt me
I try to dismiss them
to release them
I just want them to go to where they came from.

Tender and sad, I cannot help but stare
trying to look deep within
past the horror
into where I had been
before my life changed
always hurting me
leaving me
I just want to let it all go to where it belongs.

Tender and very sad, it makes me care
when what i want is total forgiveness
absolution
release
I need a place of peace
to visit and to rest from this, ....from this
I just want my mind back to where it was.

Tender?... Sad?... Beautiful beyond compare?
I'm empty, I can't be filled
or even comforted,
let me go
enough
if there is an end
I need it to be a part of this day
no more waiting for what you all take for granted.

Tender was my heart, back when I could dare
to let you in
to trust in your love
to feel safe
I'm so very tired, of not having that feeling
or any others.

written by: steve cliche

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

The Baby's Ring

How's the baby doin, how is she today?
Is she smilin, did she go out to play?

Will it be a good day, will the kids be kind?
Will she go into a cave, where a ring she'll find?

Will life be an adventure, will she clean her room?
or is she way to busy, lookin for Mt. Doom?

Is she the hero, will she answer the call?
Is she really Frodo, the hero of them all?

Will Mom get on her knees, and be her little friend?
and fight those nasty orcs, till the stories end?

I think you will make it, it is my only dream
cause you two are together, you make an awesome team.

Don't let those mean trolls, who live so near by
make you loose ur purpose, or ever make you cry.

Just stick to the mission, save the world from them
and don't listen to Smegol, oh no don't trust him.

Sharpen all your weapons, get out your trusty bow,
You're on an adventure, but that you already know.

Mom can be Gandalf, for she is very wise,
she can do most anything, after about 3 tries.

She can cast quite a spell, make it all ok,
so get down on her level, and with the baby play.

Pippin and Merry, and frodo and sam
and gimli the dwarf, that's who i think I am.

When we've all done our parts, and we've all had our say
leave it to the baby, she shall win the day.

Whenever the orcs are coming very, very near
put on ur little ring, and the baby will disapear.

Today will be a great day, it will be just fine
you're on the road together, way ahead of the nine.

If the baby's fearful, and you cannot find strider
go deep into murkwood, there you can surely hide her.

Check your sword often, see if it is blue
the you'll know if orcs, are anywhere near you.

Now you are done, go back to your shire
you put the ring in Mt. Doom, right into the fire.

You took care of it all, you handled all the crap
and now I think the best thing, is to let momma take a nap!

I will watch for you, while you get some rest
Hurray for the Hobbits! The baby is the best.

written by: steve cliche ... 7/3/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Baby's Ring, part two

Oh my, oh dear, I forgot my hat
now I'm going on and adventure, I cannot go like that.

A bunch of dwarfs, Gandalf and me
going to see some elves, and happy they will be.

We all have a pony, mine was named Bill
Frodo has Bilbo's ring, I think he has it still.

This trip will be fun, the baby's going too
She is bringing her sword, the one that turns blue.

The trolls in the area, who are very mean
will be turned to stone, as soon as the sun is seen.

And if they treat the baby bad, like they have before
we'll shoot an arrow in their butt, they won't do that no more.

But now the baby's got a sword, It's name is sting I think
and as for the trolls, have you noticed how they stink?

They live in a dirty cave, and never take a shower
and besides the way that they smell, they really have no power.

But we can go around them, we'll go another way
this will be fun, we'll be in rivendale today.

That is where the elves live, it is a happy place
water falls all around, you should see Sam's face.

Sam always wanted, to travel just like Bilbo,
and now here we are, and off we will go.

Gandalf was with us, but he had to leave
had business with saruman, his friend I believe.

Orcs are all thru these woods, so we must hurry
but when they see the baby, man will they scurry.

She has Sting, bilbo's famous sword
Gandalf said it was made, with a majic word.

I saw the baby once, fight off some orcs,
they had one tough guy, the rest were all dorks.

As for the tough one, the baby beat him too
she stuck him in the butt, what else could she do?

He said "ouch" really loud, but when he turned to grab
the baby was behind him, he got another stab.

All the dwarfs were laughing, holding to their sides
now when the babys there, the orcs all run and hide.

Legolas is her friend, an elf is what he is
he can really shoot an arrow, and she is really his.

Where are merry and pippin? They were with us before
now the orcs took them, and they are here no more.

Ahh, but they're with treebeard, the oldest of the old
he's a walkin' tree, or so I have been told.

Gandalf says he's ok, but he's even older than mother
so the baby likes him fine, he is like a brother.

On this trip, the whole time, we're followed by a shadow
Golum is his name, he's Smegol don't you know.

His name was changed, back when he got the ring
now only the baby, has to destroy this thing

So we're on this adventure, the baby, mom, and me
but how it all ends, you'll have to wait and see.

written for: the baby
written by: steve cliche ....7/3/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

I Too Had a Dream


I too had a dream, was not a good dream, but none the less, a dream. Mine was a dream of love, of a land that united truly under God. A land where all men are free, not because of the color of their skin, but free because of what Jesus did to set us free. Free to choose in every aspect of our lives. Free to love everyone. Free to treat all men equal, and yet free to be alone. Nothing forced. Love to be shared, to be given freely. Love for the children of the world. Free to show that love toward them all, not because of their color, but because they are children. Free to love the God who that made me, free to give him the honor which is His. Love and freedom, these are my dream.

My dream continues. It slowly turns to a dream of revenge and hate, where I and my fellow men try to end each others lives by any means possible. A killing world, of pain and hurt, where death is the norm, and love is a under developed commodity. To be used instead of given. Used as a tool to get, to lust for, after, then to crush and to destroy, leaving only the pain, only the tears, nothing. My dream. My dream is of a snail, slowly crawling along the edge of a straightrazor. This is my dream. This is my nightmare. This is my life. To be lived by those of little hope, those that have already given up, the defeated, the lost, the rejected. Alone, without the hope of a future, no dreams, nothing to look upon, or remember with any sort of joy. Only sadness, only despair .................. I'm just kidding.

written by: steve cliche ..... 1/19/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Left Wing, Draft Dodging Loosers

Just because they jumped off a bridge, you will too?
Listen to me, cause now I'm going to tell you.

We told our kids, don't follow the crowd
the war protesters, said it very loud.

In history books, they talked of our fight
but if you read on, it was not right.

People put down, those who didn't go
there's a few things, you should all know.

I have respect, for the men who went
but those who didn't, were heaven sent.

Don't jump son, because the rest did
who needs war? Well not some kid.

They brought attention, by leaving this place
made them listen, had facts to face.

If the war was wrong, then they were right
can't be both, who needed that fight?

Never once in my life, did a dink bother me
or you my brothers, are you starting to see?

So the ones who decided, not to kill
are really right, and they are still.

None of their names, are on that wall
and the war was wrong, after all.

Their government said to ours, bla bla bla
and as we died, we cried, ma ma ma.

Those who went, know they were just farmers
they weren't the Jap's, they were not harmers.

Why just because, we are all told
should we go, and kill young and old?

If I leap off the bridge, will you too?
But that's what Uncle Sam, said to do.

So as unpopular, as this thought might be
why they left, it's easy to see.

I wish now, that I would've left too
but instead, I fought beside you.

We did our duty, try as we might
but that don't matter, it's still not right.

I told my son, to stop and think
before he shot, some innocent dink.

When we had, our own civil war
did the viet cong, knock on our door?

So why's it right, for the United States
to tell everyone, we'll decide your fates?

There were those, who saw this as wrong
and now I for one, am singing their song.

Like 1,2,3,4, we didn't need your stinking war
now that i think ~ I like it even more.

Now it's Iraq, they get on my nerves
Never met one, so they get what they deserve.

I believe, in protecting our land
But to just bully, that I can't stand.

Now I'm too old, so I don't need to worry
but if they call my son, I'll help him scurry.

We'll be in Canada, before you can blink
maybe not you, but that's what I think.

The guys who left, I give a big hand
at least they all, took a stand.

They didn't want to leave, the USA
but they are alive, oh by the way.

Don't have nightmares, didn't loose their wives
No names on the wall, they still have their lives.

Don't be offended, just because I'm so right ... (lol)
freedom is the reason, why we should fight.

When I was in Nam, it was with no point of view
Now I have one, and I know you do too.

So hey to the guys, who chose not to go
I love the vets, but you too are my bro.

I know we need, to serve if we must
but don't just kill, with total blind trust.

The ones who left, who you've always blamed
unlike me, they did nothing to be ashamed.

When in Nam, I acted very bad
some things I did, still make me sad.

This is just me, so what the heck
wonder how the weather is, up in Quebec ..... ha...ha.

written by: steve cliche .....7/5/04

* I have the utmost love and respect for my Vietnam veteran brothers....
I just have my own viewpoint about those who used their free choice not to go...plus, I absolutely hated the army.... ha ha ... God bless...

**All comments will be very much appreciated.

[steve]

I Can Wait

peanut butter, and a big gob of jelly
a slab of bread, a chick named Shelly.

maybe some chips, and bit of dip
hey there's Dallee, with her hand on her hip.

some chocolate milk, and a candy bar
a foxy lady, sitting in my car.

tuna sandwhich, with miracle whip
there's Dallee again, hand on her hip.

I also like Debbie, she's pretty fine
bunch of cookies, I'm ready to dine.

I need some butter, for my toast
a kiss from linda, maybe a roast.

Kathy just left, took my ginger snaps
Joy's comin over, or Betty perhaps.

I'm makin some spaghetti, lots of sauce
going out with Linda, forget the cost.

this bean dip, is really great
I hope Robin, is not late.

let's see, what could I eat
dating Darla, was really a treat.

I know, I'll have some pie
I kissed Denise, with just one try.

I'm really hungry, I need a snack
kissed Barbara, even I heard the smack.

I'll eat a salad, but not today
Cindy's here, oh by the way.

think about it, a bowl of Jell-O
she got my attention, just with hello.

I'm eating, everything in site
me and Connie, seemed kinda right.

it's just the urge, to fill my gut
as for the women, you know what?

they are all, so very cool
but the Lord says, don't be a fool.

wait on Him, he will provide
just don't sin, even if you have to hide.

but it's ok, while you fill your belly
with peanut butter, and lots of jelly.

God will give us, someone to love
He knows our heart, He's God above.

trust in Him, He knows out hearts
so wait on Him, use your smarts.

don't forget, to love God the most
oh crap, I'm burnin' the roast.

got to go, it's burnin' up
I'll let the Lord, fill my cup.

thank you God, for your ways
it will lengthen, all my days.

written by: ... a very hungry, steve cliche...7/4/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

Still Have Teeth


I used to be a Lion, now I'm a second hand cat
used to be pretty wild, now I'm just fat.

Back in the day, I had quite a roar
no longer young, but I'm not a bore.

I have lived, put that on my stone
not in the jungle, not always alone.

I've done some hunting, in the dark
I have laughed, in the park.

People have feared me, I'm not proud to say
some still do, to this very day.

I guess there was a look, in this cat's eyes
it said "back off", with all your lies.

I walked this earth, with my head held high
but my pride was not, the reason why.

I was proud, because of my love
for all people, and God up above.

I really was a lion, whith huge scary claws
and you should see, the teeth in these jaws.

I've bit a few men, through the years
I've brought grown men, close to tears.

When I felt hunted, I would turn the table
and kill them first, if I was able.

It's not good, to kill your fellow man
but I can't say, that I ever ran.

If pushed to the limit, I'd cross that line
then walk away, leave it behind.

I'm not bad, I'm just not a coward
this is true, I pulled a gun on Howard.

You see this Howard, he scared a girl
I put some fear, in his world.

Lots of times, when I'd go out alone
I'd find trouble, guess I was prone.

But never did I look, for what I found
trouble always, seemed to be around.

I never walked, with a chip on my shoulder
just seems life, made me grow bolder.

It wasn't easy, this life of mine
but I made it through, I'd say just fine.

I'm just saying, I lived as a man
and I still do, as much as I can.

This lion, has felt some grief
but be nice, I still have teeth.

In the world, if you walk like a man
guys feel challenged, start crap if they can.

One thing I've learned, along the way
everythings not settled, in a single day.

At times it's smarter, just to back track
come out behind them, cut them no slack.

There are no rules, when your on the hunt
so watch yourself, don't pull the wrong stunt.

There are lions out, in that jungle with you
so be very careful, what you choose to do.

Don't try to impress, your little friend
being all tough, bad it can end.

There are people out there, with no love in their hearts
they will hurt you, and that's just for starts.

I used to be a lion, now I'm a second hand cat
Just giving some advise, but enough of that.

written by : steve cliche ...... 7/4/04

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[steve]

Bing Bing Bing


There is a natural order, the way things were meant to be
and our Lord set it in motion, and it's so easy to see.

Man is without excuse, for he can see God in his very creation
we are to love everyone, like we love our closest relation.

Look up to the heavens, just look what God has made
stand by a roaring river, in the center of a glade.

Be so very quiet, and hear Him moving in the breeze
you can even see him there, trees bend just like our knees.

It's all been put in place, by God's most holy hand,
and you can see Him everywhere, all accros this land.

I've been to other countries, I've actually been to quite a few
and as I traveled their lands, His hand had been there too.

Everywhere you look in life, and this there is no maybe
God's been there before you, even with a baby.

They seem so new and fresh, new I could have sworn
yet Jesus knew their names, before ever they were born.

He knew how many hairs, they'd have upon their head
He new the day and time, when to sin they would be dead.

It's all set in order, there's really no need to fret
He's known you forever, and you He won't forget.

The love that He has for us, He's shown in many ways
like the wonderful feelings we get, when our baby 1st prays.

When we hear them speak to God, in their simple speach
we know that He is hearing them, our God's within our reach.

go up on a mountiantop, and look as far as can be
God made every bit, of everything you see.

And when your on that mountaintop, and clouds go drifting by
take the time to thank the Lord, and it's just fine to cry.

There is a natural order, the way things were meant to be
just bow your head like David did, you have been set free.

Like all the stars shining, way up in our skies
just like the baby's birth, and you hear it's 1st cries.

Everything is in an order, there is no hit and miss
it's all been done so beautifully, our God did all of this.

Plant yourself a tree, and watch God make it grow
there is no evolution, it will not have a toe.

I went this entire way, was serious all the way
then my sense of humor, had to ruin the day.

Was talking about creation, and all God's done, ya know
then I had to write that line, about that tree havin a toe.

sorry ... ha ....ha.... written by steve cliche...7/5/04
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[steve]

Dale said

I'm not writing a poem today
you don't like 'em anyway.

Dale says that you don't
that's the reason that I won't.

I tried my best to write for you
Dale says for me not to.

So I won't bother you guys
I gave it several real good trys.

Dale says I should just quit
so this will be really it.

She said you guys hate me
that no more poems do you want to see.

Ok, Ok I will stop
Dale's given me the chop.

Shut me off like a switch
so I think Dale's a real ... neat lady ... lol.

You should of said you were sick
all my poems you say ick.

At least that's what Dale said
that you all want me dead.

She said a lot of other things
about the misery my writings bring.

What can I say to what she's said?
that ya'all think I'm sick in the head.

I told Dale I did the best I can
she said "shut up and be a man".

So no more writing when I get that itch
and I think Dale's a real...cool chick...lol.

If one of you would have just told me
I wouldn't of listened to Dale scold me.

I could of stopped long ago
if you'd only let me know.

Dale said, Dale said
it keeps ringing in my head.

Man you guys, why didn't you say
you've hated them all from the 1st day.

Dale says I'm the worst
the whole site is now cursed.

It was really hard in my head
to hear what all Dale said.

About the way you all feel
how you ask "what's the deal?"

Dale said to give it up
all my poems just disrupt.

My heart's been cut, I need a stitch
and i think Dale's really a....sweet girl....lol.

So I'm not writing another word
as to this you can be assured.

She said I'm wasting all my time
and none of my poems even rhyme.

I don't know why you didn't just say
hey Steve, please go away.

Dale said, I'm not very well received
and every word I believed.

I'm not smart, I'm not rich
and that Dale's a real .....beautiful person....lol.

written by: A HAS BEEN WRITER...<<<that's what Dale said
steve cliche...7/6/04

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[dallee]

Ok this is outright full frontal attack.

I am locked and loaded and ready to volley.

I believe there are several people on this site who specialize in analyzing people and their motivations. I am curious to see what they have to say about this "poem."

First of all I think you should all know that Dale is the one who posts Steves poems for him and she did not say any of that. Secondly, Steve's humor is often mistaken for cockieness, or smugness, rather than the playfulness he intends.

That said I will leave it up to you all to pick apart the underlying motive in this "poem".

lol, you asked for it bro.
says Dale.

** never attack your secretary, especially when she knows your password.

[Trooper]

Dale

Is it worth it?

[dallee]

yes trooper I believe it is worth it. I am not sure what you mean by such a short reply, but it really does come off sounding like you are trying to be rude. I hope that is not the case.

Steve is being silly, trying to be playful and lighthearted. A lot of the things dealt with so far have been pretty heavy for everyone. Personally I see humor as theraputic. So lets laugh a little, instead of attacking or leaving things to sound uncertain all the time. Ok?

Dale

[steve]

Send Me Money

It would do you good, to be nice to me
send me stuff, like a bunch of money.

Ummmm, I would like it a whole bunch
you would too, I got a hunch.

It will be great, for me and you
a very nice thing, for you to do.

You send money, or your credit card
I'll run it up, it won't be hard.

Please send me money, I need it so bad
I spent all the money, that I had.

Send your wallet, I'll take what I need
just go on and do it, don't make me plead.

I won't ask again, never ever again
I'll go to Vegas, see if I win.

No not really, I'll just buy food
send gold coins, if you're in the mood.

I'm not begging, just asking a favor
you'll feel good, about your behavior.

Send me lots, send me big bucks
send me enough, to buy two trucks.

I'll drive one, and sell the other
if I have any left, I'll send it back brother.

Oh come on, do me right
I'll go out, this Saturday night.

I mean, I'll go to the store
I need shoes, please send me more.

Yeah that's it, I'll buy some shoes
send me money, you can't loose.

I really need it, I'm totally broke
so please send a lot, this ain't no joke.

Are you gonna, will you please?
just a second, I'm going to sneeze.

Ok, I'm done, now say God bless
so you're sending the money, that's my guess.

I know your gonna, you have a heart
just send one hundred, for a start.

If you do, it would be real good
plus Dale promised, that you would.

She said, that you're all well to do
Just ask Steve,they will send it to you.

So here I am, I'm askin' you
is this really, what you'll do?

After all, you have so much
and Dale said, you're and easy touch.

Well ok, I'm sittin here waiting
I hope you're not, all hesitating.

Get out your wallets, let the stamps fly
if you dont, I'll want to know why.

This is nice, really very cool
You will send it, I'm no fool.

You have my trust, I'm counting on you
If you don't, what will I do?

I'm not going to worry, I know you will
I'll light up my house, I'll pay that bill.

Look in my driveway, when you see 2 trucks
then you'll know, I got the bucks.

written by: a very needy, steve cliche ....7/7/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[cj]

You know if money is what you need..
You really don't have to beg and plead.

Not all of us are that well to do,
So it's not me and it's not you.

We too could use some extra trucks
Bought with some guy's extra bucks.

We do have ways to feed our bellys
But some might think it's kinda smelly.

There's always roadkill up here in the boonies
But some might think we're a couple of loonies.

So if you find some nice green money,
Just let us know about it, honey.

We'll put our heads together and plot
How to pick their pockets and get what they've got.

Sorry Dale, wrong information.
We're broke after much contemplation.

But we will keep on liking you
'cause that's what REAL people do.

We don't judge by Yuppie standards,
We don't run with Fancy Vanguards.

Some don't like the way we live...
We'll give till there 's no more left to give.

So yes, we are soft touch...yes,
We can take it, didn't you guess?

We sit back and laugh at those
Who tilt their heads, look down their nose.

We don't have the Yuppie ways....
Trying to make the others pay.

We'll have to live with less, it seems
But we don't live by others dreams.

We may be poor, our pockets unfilled
But we don't care, for we are fulfilled.

Thanks for all the fun tonight.
We could be wrong but I think we're right.

So on we ride, a precarious cliff
But that's our job, to jump over the rift.

Thanks to ya Steve and to Dale too.
We're glad we've made some friends with you.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz goin to sleep now.
zzzzzzzzzsssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeya tomorrow night.

[ajusmc]

Steve and Dale, not to sound rude or crude. How many writers in this world have been acceptted when first making thier work known. Look to folks like Whitman and Poe. We only recieved complaints that I know of on the one verse. Other than that I have not about anyone else yelling foul. Last thought, many people here read but don't respond. It will be up to the ones reading the verse if the want to comment.

[dallee]

lol thank ya cj
finally someone gets it.

Dale

[dallee]

AJ
you certainly do not sound either rude or crude.
As far as I know (and I know a lot about this) Seve has never compared himself to the likes of whitman or poe, if he is let me know and i will set him straight.
He is simply expressing himself in verse instead of direct conversation. Not everyone likes that, but then not everyone likes red beans and rice either.

I thought all the difficulty was behind us, this was meant to be lighthearted and fun. Did everyone forget how to lighten up? Just throw off some of the days burdens and sit back and laugh.

I was expecting someone to chime in with the fact that it looks like a desperate cry for someone to say something about his poetry! that is all!! just a bit of fun folks. I never said any of those things he is just picking at me playfully.

[ajusmc]

Hey wait a minute I LIKE RED BEANS AND RICE. Using the example of Whitman and Poe just to show that it can take time before folks can appreaciate verse. I undertand Steve using verse to open the doors that have been locked away. It will be up to Steve to pick a time without rymne

[steve]

Paper and Ink

Once upon a midnight dreary
had a talk with Timothy Leary.

Oh captain, my captian, walt said
Gerry Garcia, is your head dead?

While I nodded, nearly napping
I asked myself, what is hapening?

These are things, I do not know
like poems, written by Poe.

Steve Allen, that's my name
Edgar Allen, sounds the same.

Ah, distinctly I remember
my son was born, in December.

Rise up, and hear the bells
that's what, old Whitman yells.

Walt died, in eighteen ninty two
Mr. Poe, he died too.

But Mr. Cliche, he's still alive
always writing, ahead I strive.

While I pondered, weak and weary
and had my talk, with Mr. Leary.

I like Poe, he talks of napping
as of someone, gently rapping.

Edgar, the raven he wrote
but he dosen't, get my vote.

I bet he made, really good bucks
but his writing, really sucks.

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
lines like that, I find I want no more.

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
look up The Raven, if you want more.

As for me, I like Walt
but it's not, Edgars fault.

He was born, in eighteen oh nine
and his writings, a lot like mine.

he used paper, and he used ink
but why or why, does his writing stink?

As for Whitman, he stinks too
and he died in, eighteen ninty two.

I'm not either, of these two
I use words, used by you.

But it's cool, the things they wrote
if you like, that sort of note.

I'm leaving Monday, for the coast
gonna have my momma make a roast.

So you all, will get a break
from these writings, that i make.

Whitman and Poe, were just like thee
but they didn't have a harley, just like me.

Now that I think, it's not their fault
good old Edgar, and good old Walt

written by: poe, whitman and cliche.....7/8/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[Trooper]

yes trooper I believe it is worth it. I am not sure what you mean by such a short reply, but it really does come off sounding like you are trying to be rude. I hope that is not the case.

Steve is being silly, trying to be playful and lighthearted. A lot of the things dealt with so far have been pretty heavy for everyone. Personally I see humor as theraputic. So lets laugh a little, instead of attacking or leaving things to sound uncertain all the time. Ok?

Dale


Dale
As you may know I've had the same situation with Steve, to no avail. It seems to me like Steve thrives on arguinging and making fun of people. As my Dad said, "Some people would raise cotton just to fight with the boul weavel." 2centswort

PS
I'll have some of those beans and rice also. :superhapp

[steve]

Trooper, darling,

I am afraid you just dont see it. There is no situation. You are making something out of this that is not there.

I was not offended by steve's poem. I TYPED THE THING IN ON THIS FORUM!! If it offended me I would not have posted it for all to read. I poked fun back at him in my reply.

What is the problem?

If you are not impressed with his poetry, that is fine. But I do wonder why you feel the need to be short, curt, and downright hurtful. That is not the way to be my friend. Please do not discourage him or anyone from feeling free to post a poem or any other form of communication. For some, this could be their only way to express what is still locked up inside of them. Someone visiting this site, and seeing that steve had the guts to post this stuff might feel that just maybe they could be safe in posting how they feel. But I am certain that anyone reading any of your personal comments to or concerning Steve would not be willing to take that risk.

Steve has said nothing wrong. Nor has he written anything offensive. Steve and I have been close friends for a long time. I know him and I know his style. Personally, I love it. The Baby he writes about is my 6 year old. I nearly idolize Steve and the attention he has lavished on us. Steve has also been the one to keep me on the right path and loving God. He is in all esscense "My Bro". I really dont understand why you find it necessary to make stabs at him. He is your brother too, and one of these days you are gonna have to stand by his side again when you throw your crown (no matter how many jewels it has) at Jesus' feet. There aint no streets to cross in heaven man, it ain't segregated. We are all gonna have to get along up there. They aint no strife either. This here world we are in now is supposed to be good practice. If we cant get it right here, how are we gonna do it there? Is God gonna change us all to be just alike? If He is then wont it be pretty boring after the first thousand years? I don't know all the answers but I do know that we need each other's encouragement. ( I am not clear on that check fire command but is it appropriate here?)

As for the red beans and rice, looks like i am gonna need to call a chopper to deliver some hot meals to ya'all.

Dale

[dallee]

oops, that last post that was made on steve's ID was supposed to be on Dallee's.

sawwwy, I made a boo boo

[cj]

:dancing: Ya know, guys and gals,

I'm gonna write a new Christian song.
It's called "If yer gonna cross the river to heaven....
Ya better git on board, enjoy the ride and really feel the JOY inside." Yeh...I like that!

Too bad that some can only laugh at certain jokes and trip, stumble and fall on everyone elses.

Glad to see ya out here, Dallee. God bless you both! cj happysmile

[cj]

Brilliant! You do have your own style and a very workable talent.

I understand what you said here. Oh Oh! Does that mean I am weird?
My hubby has always said I make my own road but then so does he.

By the way...a friend once told us, real christian love and tolerance comes from Christ's heart living within our own. I always liked that. cj

[Trooper]

Dale

Trooper, darling???? I THINK NOT!

[steve]

dear trooper darling,
what is your problem bro?.....lighten up.....i am not making fun of you, or anyone else. we were all in the military, didnt you guys cut up with eachother???
if one of the guys fell down , like we all have, didnt someone say , real cool man.....then everyone would laugh???.....i came in this site, ill call it a room, i came in here , and it was cool, i started writing some thoughts down .....it helps me , but after a bit , it was to down , i dont live vietnam , i was in vietnam.....so , like everywhere else in my life, i tried breaking the ice , with a few silly light hearted poems.....thats all....i think people walking by this room , if they heard a bit of laughter, would be more likely to look in to see whats so funny....it cant all be serious, all the time .....i have yet to say one word to you, to dale , or to anyone that was meant to be hurtful.....ive heard several folks try to explain me to you...you still dont get me , its ok bro, i dont you either, but i love you as a brother.....
when i worked at the VA hospital for 5 years, i joked with every patient that came in , alot of them loved me , they knew i was kidding , others didnt get me , and a few actually didnt like me , i know thats hard to believe , but true, my point is, i didnt care, i just wanted them to think of anything but the surgery they were facing. like me or not, they thought of something else just for a bit....while i worked there , i made god a promise, that i kept, i promised to give the gospel to every guy who came in .....5 times i sat , and held a vets hands while he prayed , and asked jesus to be his savior......i got my harley from one of the vets there , i told him that i checked it out , and the bike he was giving me for 4000, was worth way more.....he said to me , that he knew this , the reason he was giving me the bike for the price i had mentioned was because of the way i made the guys smile , the way i went out of my way to be a friend, .........ill never forget that.......and im a funny kind of guy, i like to laugh, in nam , in jail, everywhere, at work ......so take a chill pill dude....breathe.....lets tell people about the lord , at the same time , lets be friends , all of us.....when they walk by this room , lets let them hear , praying , study, and lots of laughter......oh by the way ....dale gets it.....ok , ive had my say, now im going to write a real cutting , mean , hateful , poem ....ha , ha

[dallee]

i agonized over what to say and you come back with a cheap one liner? If my term of endearment was offensive to you I appologize. I am not always politically correct. I do hope it did not prevent you from reading the content of the post. I really feel it is important for everyone to be nice to one another. We need each other.
Dale

[cj]

You notice my husband usmc26th does not post. For these very reasons. He was effectively ignored enough to decide he'd had enuff and when he would try to joke, he was often taken wrongly. Or just ignored. I get ignored also but I don't care. You see...there are more important persons in my life to concern myself with than those who choose to be continually on the defensive. However, because I get so tired of finding mail to my personal addy that makes some totally uneducated remark about something they havent a clue about, have no concept of what the real truth is in a matter, and I am unjustly judged and accused in my email; I am thinking of letting the princes of perfect understanding have their little websites totally to themselves. Yes, these attitudes have run off several of the guys my hubby was in Nam with that we sent over here to check it out as a guest and they didn't stay long. The first time one read something snide against us, he was gone. He knows what we really do and he was very upset so he didn't come back. We all have to answer at the Throne someday and I pray that God will have mercy on those who seem to think it is their job to cast judgement and to decide who will be chosen to be on their GOOD list. This will be my last post here. I am going to be in the O'Boot section where the only questions asked are where a photo was taken. If I stay at all.

[steve]

dont go cj....crap

[cj]

There are times when a person just has to go get at the feet of Jesus and ask Him for that hedge of protection to ward off the arrows and darts that the enemy has flung to veer one off the path and into the abyss.

I never ever really felt hostility or that there could be such an animosity between brothers in a place where there should be understanding, compassion and love as I've felt here residing deep within certain people. They just don't get it. A person can talk and talk about all that they know about God, The Bible, about saving lost souls but until they truly feel the joy and love for their fellowman, they will continue to shoot their barbs and darts, misunderstand the words a person is trying to say and undermine the efforts of those persons who need to reach out and purge themselves, so as to keep on keeping on and to be able to give of ones God-given talents to help others.They just don't get it.

As for myself...sometimes I get so tired of all the continual having to walk on eggs so as to not offend.....of being accused of having double-standards, of having to back up every couple of months and watch a battle going on between certain persons on the site, of sometimes having to defend my beliefs here in a place where Jesus is Lord and why do I have to defend my beliefs only to be accused of having double standards. I know, not here, but I get emails. By those who have no knowledge or slightest idea of where my shoes walk every day and who I am in contact with and why certain things are done and where I go in order to give of myself to the Lord's work. The only one who has walked in my shoes is myself. The Lord knows my heart and knows where what and about whom I pray. The Lord is who I answer to and I am tired of having to try to please someones concept of how they think I should react, live my life and what kind of Christian I am being.

I was told by one that when I was a sinner, I was dragged kicking and screaming to the throne. You know, that was so far from the truth, said by someone who thinks he has all the right answers that I had to laugh about it. I was raised going to church, spent my whole childhood going to church, was sent to a church school for the first 6 grades and off and on throughout my life have gone to church and studied and taught my children the Bible. But I have never bragged about how much I read the Bible. Or about how much of a good christian I might or might not be. That is a personal walk I make every day of my life with the Lord and it is between Him and me and I don't have to use my experience or lack of to help people to the Lord. To be told I am this or am that or don't do it right is just another slap in the face and I am above all, human. I get very tired of having to live in a glass cage for those people to see so they can decide whether or not I am right or wrong. My husband and I quit this site once before. I was told by someone that we "begged on our knees" to be let back in. That is a twisted concept of how it really was by an angry person. That also was a lie by a christian person who is supposed to be above that kind of thing. So many things we have said, have been so mistakenly interpreted, that it has become a joke in our house. It was said to me that we had bad-mouthed a good christian friend by this same person. I won't say who. He knows who he is. And that is a lie and what he doesn't know is the friend has known my husband since my husband was a small child. A friend of his family matter of fact and closer to my husband than his own blood brothers and sisters. But again...he doesn't know. Just lies to cause what? Us to leave again?

Why am I bringing all this out? Because somebody has to because it is an issue that isn't going away but is getting gradually worse. To get rid of truth and honesty is not a work of the Lord and motives need to be considered.

I never posted my poetry because some of it can get pretty deep. I have PTSD as everyone here knows and I write sometimes about my feelings. I refuse to chance using this site for my poetry just to have someone criticize something I wrote as an outlet to keep myself from doing harm to myself or someone I love. Poetry is something that only people with a real depth in their soul really understands. One has to be able to feel emotion in the words, see colors in words, picture the words because poetry is more than ordinary words, it is life itself in all its reality and depth and feeling. Someone who is hiding from themselves or lieing to themselves can't understand it because they have built walls against that kind of revealing of their insides to the world. But it was fun, Steve, Dale, and I am here but I can't promise where this is going to go. Maybe get me kicked off? Whatever. That maybe wouldn't be so bad. It would be freedom from critical eyes..know what I mean? Gotta get up at 5 am so I'm outa here but I'll check in in a couple days.

[steve]

i loved every word you just said cj ...im your friend ...hope you stick it out here...i think were actually getting thru to a few of them ...love in christ , your brother steve

[steve]

Peter, Peter, Peter

When they walk in our door, let them hear laughter
after all the hard times, it's what they are after.

The joy of God, should ring from our lips
and it don't matter, if it took a few trips.

My pastor once said, I'm a diamond, in the ruff
that encouraged me, even that was enough.

He meant it in, the very nicest way
gave me a compliment, during my day.

Well through the years, I have been cut
I have a few facets, but you know what?

I'm still pretty ruff, I like it that way
I wish you understood, what I'm trying to say.

God has a plan, and we're all part of it
we become us, and he loves every bit.

No matter what, I'm not going to leave
so hey everyone, get used to Steve!

I'm not mean, but I will act the fool
and if you trip, I'll probably say "cool".

I dont want you hurt, as you can see
and when I trip, you can laugh at me.

We need to lighten up, be filled with cheer
our savior's coming, the time's drawing near.

When He comes, will he see our smile?
or is that something, we keep in a file?

Mine is out, for you all to see
I have reasons to cry, believe you me.

But who wants that, as a constant diet
always sad ~ always quiet.

You know who I mean, when I say she's my friend
but even her, I'll joke with to no end.

We laugh all the time, and then we come here
and we try to share, a bit of our cheer.

You think I hate her, cause of my writing
and she types it in, thinks it's exciting.

So lighten up bro's, lets all have fun
won't be long, and we'll all be done.

I like to have fun, where ever I be
there's a small store, down the road from me.

A tornado was coming, we all pulled in
even then, I had to grin.

As the strangers, stood there in fear
I said out loud, "I don't want to die here".

Everyone laughed, at my little jest
the tension broke, that was best.

Of all the places, I have ever been
I've tried to cope, while wearin a grin.

I live in Hog eye, this I do swear
I told them all, I can't die here.

We call it, the Hog eye mall
it's just a gas stop, that is all.

So in the tornado, when it looked pretty bad
I had to laugh, I couldn't be sad.

I've been to war, I've seen it all
but please dear God, not the hog eye mall.

Of all the places, for a man to die
all I could think was, why God why?

We all laughed, and the storm passed by
and not one person, had thought to cry.

So when I joke, and that's what I'm doing
don't get uptight, it's you I'm wooing.

I'm trying to let, you all know me
at the same time, I'd like to know thee.

You all write comments, but they are not you
how can I know them, what will I do?

Oh I know, I know what I'll do
I'll be me, and you be you.

We'll know each other, after a while
but get used to me, and please try to smile.

Jesus was smiling, when he said Peter, Peter, Peter
he loved his brother, couldn't have been sweeter.

Peter had just asked, what he'd asked before
Jesus just wanted, his brother to trust more.

He wasn't mad, or putting Peter down
and I bet, he wasn't wearing a frown.

So come on man, get on board
be more like, our dear Lord.

And when strangers walk by, they will heer our cheer
and then they maybe, will want to come near.

Know this, God speaks to me
I'm sensative to His spirit, you will see.

And if I was being mean, He'd tell me soon
probably before, it ever reaches noon.

But till that time, I'm going to have fun
Now try to smile, and love the son.

written by: steve cliche ..... 7/8/04

www.clichefantasyart.com

[dallee]

Well ain't that something. I really liked that one. Had a real hard time typing it in too. Lots of interruptions. I tried to check it over and make sure it was all the way steve wrote it, (currently unable to copy and paste). If you come accross some errors i appologize. It is a real nice piece boss.

For those of you who know little to nothing about steve I would encourage you to click on that link I add to the bottom of all of his poems. It will take you to a site that has a little background about him, some pictures of him and his family, and about a thousand pictures that he has personally drawn.

He is an odd cookie, kinda like an oreo. Hard on the outside, but sweet and soft on the inside. He sits in coffee shops and draws pictures of chicks with wings, dudes, crosses, and a whole bunch of other fanatasy. Some day I would like to see the crowd watching this bad lookin biker type dude drawing these little fairy's. Wonder what goes through their minds. Anyhow, if you do visit the site you will see some of the most extrordinary visions a man's mind can create. I am thrilled to see these expressions of his, it is so much fun to leave the world of reality and visit steve's world where he is king and master, slave and servant, and can make you anyone he wishes to at that moment.
Take some time to stop in and browse, it is free to look. It does not hurt. And for you who were in Viet Nam, you will see some little reminders of the nice and normal from there. No blood and gore, just the occasional conical hat in a fishing boat, or such.

Thanks boss, for sharing a bit of your world with us.

Your lowley employee ....... Dale (in case you can'f remember who I am) .... lol

[dallee]

for those of you wishing to send money to Steve you may contact me, His lowley employee, by private messenger on this site or though my email : dallee63@yahoo.com.

I will give you further instructions at that time.

** told you not to mess with your secretary!

:superhapp

[dallee]

What's that I hear?

It does not sound much like laughter

[cj]

Tee Heee Heee He Haa ha Haw haw haw de har har giggle snort giggle Tee Hee de Hee :funny: :braces: :happy: :dancing: :dancing: :superhapp

[steve]

you guys kill me....ha....this could and will be so much fun........love steve

[dallee]

Well now this looks like a room i would certainly stop in and check out. What with all that tee hee heein' goin' on

Dale

[cj]

Just had to let you know we appreaciate you. :)

[steve]

all i know is....:dancing: im going to california:superhapp .......bye

[steve]

I'm telling

Well we're leavin, we're off to the coast
the one on the west, I like it the most.

I lived there for years, till I was 26
now it's Hog eye, way out in the sticks.

But I'm leavin home, I'm off on my trip
Buff's going too, and He's pretty hip.

We've traveled a lot, even been out to sea
flown all over, that old Buff and me.

He refused to belt up, one time on a jet
I told him I'd tell, and that's what he'd get.

Well he's stubborn, I guess I am too
I looked at him, said "I'm telling on you."

I pushed the button, it went bong
I'm tellin', Buff, you're doin' wrong.

Bong, it's on ~ the he'd bing
He wouldn't behave, the silly thing.

So I raised my hand, like a good school boy
here come some help, to my joy.

She walked up laughing, at this tattooed arm in the air
then I told, I said "just lookie there."

She kindly asked Buff, if he would comply
and he did, never even asked why.

She said they saw, my arm in the air
for a while, they just stood to stare.

Could this big biker, be actually tellin' ?
there was not trouble, had been no yellin.

But he's raising his hand, like in the 2nd grade
they laughed so hard, their day had been made.

So now you know, that Steve will really tell
Buff laughed too, then he said "Oh well."

Now we're off, for a new adventure
Monday's the day, for the departure.

Takin out bikes, harley's they be
goin out west, old buff and me.

Out to San Fran, then up to the river
and Buff is also, a gospel giver.

We both love God, His ways we like
He will be there, like a third bike.

My mom's out there, and my brother too
there is no tellin, what we will do.

One week there, and week we will stay
and we will fish, oh by the way.

So you can all miss good old Steve
'cause Monday morning, I'm gonna leave.

But I'll be back, to fight the good fight
and think of the things, I'll have to write.

I know, I know, you want me to leave
even I'm, sick of old Steve.

But don't get too comfortable, do not relax
I'll have more ammo, I'll have a few stacks.

And I'll write and write, and Dale will post
then we will know, which you like most.

So far this site, has been kinda bumpy
but I'll be back, don't get all jumpy.

I can hear you now, I know you're all crying
I'm comin back, I'm really not lying.

So you kids be good, if your not ~ oh well
When I get back, I will just tell.

written by: a tattle tale, steve cliche .... 7/9/04
*** Note : if you enjoy Steve's poetry, or are just curious to know more about him check out his website. You will love his art work.


www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

good job , oh lowly employee.....if you keep this up, one of these days, i might even give you a big raise.....like maybe a nickel, or even a dime.....hey look at that , another rhyme.....dale said , dale said, and we think its going to her head.....keep the baby safe while im away, and ill be back, on another day................somebody please look at dale said.....she really wants it to top 100.....she really is a wonderful person, you guys are very fortunate that she dropped in here, treat her well....the only reason she found this site , is because of a very real , very sincere interest in vietnam vets, and our well being....i still think shes a dink , but the wars been over a long time , so welcome her ....in my book she is a vet.......and a dink...ha

[ajusmc]

all i know is....:dancing: im going to california:superhapp .......bye
I was wondering about that, you were talking about "going to the coast to enjoy some roast" the other day. Have a safe trip Steve, catch ya on the return.

[steve]

ok you little cry baby.....there now its 100....cant believe the way you carried on about wanting at least 100 people to want to know exactly what did dale say.....wow....what a baby.....again , i say wow...........even you know who , isnt that much of a baby.....and she is a baby.....are you just a little ashamed?....wow

[steve]

thanks AJ.....ill be back....lord willing....take care of dale.....she tends to be some what of a baby at times....ha.....brother in christ , steve

[ajusmc]

thanks AJ.....ill be back....lord willing....take care of dale.....she tends to be some what of a baby at times....ha.....brother in christ , steve
try my best, but when you get back from the coast we wanna here boast about the roast :superhapp

[steve]

Rip Off

Did you get that check, that cj sent?
I've already got, my half spent.

I want their money, it pays my rent
and we will spend, every cent.

Don't get mad, don't get all bent
you'll get your cut, you'll pay your rent.

I'm a bit upset, I have to vent
you get half, of every cent.

It was my idea, but I know you meant
to take half, of my every cent.

I would have gave, I could have lent
Oh no, you gotta also pay your rent.

To my money, you've made quite a dent
send it to ME, is how it went.

A really good girl, would repent
before it all, was already spent.

But Oh no, you won't repent
you will keep, every cent.

So there it goes, my half spent
and you take, half of every cent.

Now your half rich, without consent
it's my money, you have spent.

I'm so mad, but I won't comment
go ahead, pay the rent.

Send me Steve's money, is how it went
wonder how much, they have sent.

I said for them, to send to this gent
but off to you, is where it all went.

So I ask again, about what cj sent
where's my half, is it spent?

wow dale, what a rip off....

written by: a ripped off, steve cliche .... 7/10/04

** If you like his poetry, you will love his art. check it out at
www.clichefantasyart.com

[cj]

Just like a tiger, he tiptoed in quiet stealth
Waiting for the money to appear on the shelf.
The check , it was cashed, the govt. stepped in
To take unearned cash and and smack his brave chin.

So we know who really is all that, to blame...
And we know who really plays just a thief's game.
And we know that cj only meant to do well...
And we know that Dallee won't tattle and tell.

Half from the donor, that half to pal steve.
Half pays the piper and leaves no reprieve.
Piper tells how we must live and kiss glute... :cross-eye
Piper metes out what is left of the loot.

You figure out how to get it all back.
How do we share when the piper is slack.
Should we refuse and just sew up the pack?
Forget how the thief led us down the wrong track.

He took the money and did not belong.
He tried to blame poor Dallee of the wrong.
He tried to say that cj made the call
And sent it away so you'd get none at all.

So sorry that the money only halfway got there.
I wrote a good check, wasn't even aware
That the devil lay waiting to snare your green money
And now you are broke and this isn't even funny.

Guess I'll have to be sure I get a good bank M.O.
And make sure the teller's not some devil's paid ho.
And next time I'll see that you get ALL yer cash
So you can be planning where the money will stash.

by cj AND usmc26th to steve & dalle ... with love.

[steve]

Written In Blue

I can feel it coming, the reasons are mounting
I'm sitting here feeling, I'm not really counting.

I'm stepping out, of my safety zone
I'll be with folks, I wont be alone.

It's always like this, whenever I do
first I'm scared, then it turns blue.

So I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm still going to go
it will be harder, that's all I know.

Some people visit, they flutter about
mostly people, make me want to shout.

At the end of the day, when you all go to sleep
I'm still laying there, wanting to weep.

But the tears don't come, like I need them to
just look around, it's all turning blue.

My vacation's starting, I'm going to have fun
but when I'm with them, I'll still be one.

It's always been, my entire life
except for a season, with my wife.

I hope for you, you have my prayers
a stairway to heaven, with no more cares.

We're here together, we're never apart
I guess I'm sharing, a bit of my heart.

Get up in the morning, got things to do
leavin for Cali, I'm just kinda blue.

I look to the days, when I'm done with these
I pray for an end, I ask on my knees.

I can't finish, I'm not that strong
why has my life, all been wrong?

Why have I never, seen my mother's face?
why am I afraid, to leave this place?

Why am I not, like one of you?
and now I'm leaving, and I'm feeling so blue.

Well lets see here, I need to just go
I'll be blue, no one will know.

In Vietnam, during my public relations
I'd never of believed, it would color my vacations.

Goodbye my new friends, pray for Steve
the skys will be blue, and I'll have to leave.

written by: steve cliche .... 7/11/04


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[steve]

I'm Done

This poem is an epic affair
of times spent over there
every word I say to you
everyone will be true.

It all started way back when
on a sunny day full of men
during the day many men died
during the night many men cried.

The mortars fell day or night
but in the dark ~ what a sight
new guys runnin' to find a safe place
old guys lookin' in each others face

People screamin' not at each other
missin' arms wanting their mothers
then it's quiet like it never was
ears ringin' that wierd kinda buzz.

I'm scared of the quiet more than the noise
I'd done ok, kept my poise
cleanned up the mess, took it away
it happened again the very next day.

So new guys came and opened their eyes
late in the night you hear their cries
We'd start to laugh at any little thing
even the terrible a smile would bring.

As the sun went down we went out
no loud talkin' or a shout
we'd go up towers or in the ground
if the enemy came we'd get down.

A tower caught fire like a big joke
one guy jumped, leg got broke
we'd shoot flares at night, to light the sky
use the wind to blind our own guy.

Laughing while you hear him cuss
oh yeah, the fire was caused by us
don't tell the government about that fire
after what we said we'd be a liar.

But it was something I'm glad I've seen
so darn funny is what i mean
just don't tell is what I bed
sorry about that guy's leg.

We had to laugh, to keep from crying
laugh at anything, I'm not lying
but at times at night in my brain
the beauty I saw I cannot explain.


The noises I heard in the black
even now I want to go back
and the people I met in that land
the ones who tried to take a stand.

Their family's sitting in the night
it's very dark with no light
a face lights up a wrinkled hag
on her cigarette she takes a drag.

A cigarette burns in the night
her face is awesome in that light
these little scenes stick in your mind
were they all a special kind?

I'm lookin' back at the time
way before I wrote this rhyme
way before I even came back
even before my heart did crack.

First you're terrified then just scared
then you wonder when you cared
I'm sayin this as anyone would
I think it might even be good.

Did I tell you Ray lost his m79?
got in trouble and paid a fine
the sun was hot as I can tell
at times, I'm sorry, hot as hell.

Go downtown and meet the folks
visit the guys ~ tell some jokes
hey this place is really kinda cool
but I'm only the army's tool.

Wish I could come back in peace
when this nonsense will finally ceasce
maybe someday in my life
I will live without any strife.

I'm in Vietnam with all my bros
this is all this dude knows
I still have to go we're on alert
spend the night in the dirt

This really wasn't an epic tale
at epic I seem to fail
So I'M DONE

written by: steve cliche .... 7/11/14

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[steve]

Wispy strands of gossamer, drifting thru the air

whispers of hidden days, days when we were there.

Seated on a mountain high, sun down or sun rise
wispy strands of your hair, gently covers my eyes.

Thinking of the wonders, as the pass my mind
sifting thru my memories, to see what I find.

I see more than ever, when my eyes are closed
out of all my favorites, you're the one I chose.

Sorting through a liftetime, the memories I have in store
and as I find you in there, I close my eyes for more.

I love the life that I've lived, it all is in my past
of all the memories that I found, the ones of you did last.

I take them out from time to time, to see what I remember
like making love in our bed, our baby in September.

You are my memories, the price I paid was steep
but memories of you, I choose to always keep.

We had another boy, decided to call him Aaron
spent our time together, a home filled with carin'.

Now we're not together, our lives are lived apart
from the first moment, I loved you with all my heart.

I was your little whosit, you were my turtle dove
we were each others dreams, sent from up above.

Now life ain't so grand, and when I feel the pressure
I just go into my mind, and look at all my treasure.

I'm ok, because I choose to be, it's out of my control
you would be so hurt, if you truely knew the toll.

ahh, but the memories, they seem to be all good
I maybe shouldn't close my eyes, or maybe I should.

A wispy strand of your hair, just moved accross my face
you're still here in my mind, way more than a trace.

I will not ever, forget one thing of you
loving you baby, it's all I know to do.

The wind is picking up, we better end this day
I wouldn't want one thought of you, to be blown away.

written by: steve cliche ..... about Darla


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[ajusmc]

Welcome back Steve, now how about an after action report on the roast you were gonna boast about

[steve]

We figured it out, we know what's best
if you're going to California, you need to go West.

If you choose not to, and you go East
you'll miss California, at the very least.

We looked at a map, found our position
headed West, we've made our decision.

Some go North, but this isn't most
if you do, you won't see the coast.

At first I admit, we tried to go South
I don't know who, finally opened his mouth.

"Hey, you know what" one of us said
"It would be quicker, if West we head"

The other one said " I think you're right"
so we headed west, all thru that night.

A great decision, I'd like to boast
when the sun came up, we were nearer the coast.

If you ever need directions, if you have the notion
we can now tell you, how to get to the ocean.

Don't go North, or South, it will make you cuss
Hey, I know, you can just follow us.

written by: steve cliche ... 7/29/04

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[steve]

I like people, and you're some of the best
the cocktail trail, and all the rest.

Mother cooks, makes a fine dish
but I still, can't catch the fish.

The moma deer, and her baby fawn
everyone here says, "yah mon".

Very tall trees, and some eagles nest
I like people and you're some of the best.

There's Darrel, and Dan, and Averil and Sergio
the boats go by; row, row, row.

They get up early, but not before me
when you get up, this you'll see.

Lots of wildlife, dont you know
there is even, an old buffalo.

I just need, to get it off my chest
I like people, and you're some of the best.

Then there's Dave, kinda phony
a very sweet lady, who rides a pony.

Of course there's Terry, pony girl's man
he hangs on the back, as best he can.

Then ther's Bill, he's the mayor
they all seem, quite ready to share.

They all live near Weaverville
I like people, I even like Bill.

Early in the morning, the night did pass
you can hear buff, already kissin ass...umeing you're awake!

You can hear the river, as you rest
I like people, andy you're some of the best.

Once they're up, then they go fish
I'm still waitin, for one on a dish.

Mom got up, she's already bitchin
how did she escape, the ding dang kitchen?

The water's too cold, to really go swimmin
but we all go riding, with other people's women.

Terry and Jane, and there's John and Mo
people up here like to say, "Go John, go"

I'm just visiting, Im only a guest
I like people, and these are some of the best.

They feed us good, then call us a hog
when we were starvin, Sergio offered a hot dog.

One hot dog, I can't believe that
and I never did, get a hat.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", Carla says to Jim
as she calmly, takes his chips from him.

Mr. Carbone, wanted to play for real
but momma taught me, not to steal.

As it is, I give us a hand
we now own, part of his land.

Through it all, the river keeps flowing
Ilike people, that's what I'm knowing.

There's a real nice guy, with a very cool head
oh wait, that's me, and my pants were red.

A lot of this poem, was said in jest
I like people, and you guys, are the best.

As a poet, I will not go far
but I just love, old poker bar.

PS. John, I would have taken every dime you put on the table...:superhapp

written by: steve cliche ... 7/31/04 ... at the river


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[steve]

Get Well

There once was a girl with toes
and one that constantly grows.

One time she had to pose
that's when she hurt her nose.

Ah, a question has arose
what's it to do with her nose.

It is really just words I chose
all this talkin' of the toes.

The main problem is the nose
she had it fixed, don't you knows.

Then this is something that she chose
all that hurting in her nose.

Life's been bad, full of woes
ever since she fixed the nose.

I would buy her a rose
she can't smell with that nose.

Does it seem that it grows
but it's something in her nose.

In this rhyme I compose
all about the girl with toes.

In all our previous shows
we have always shown the nose.

I have already told the bros
they don't want to see the nose.

I know one of the black crows
he won't talk about the nose.

I can barely stand the toes
don't even think about the nose.

People stand all in rows
just for a peek at that nose.

Even Santa says "ho hoes"
he ain't goin' near the nose.

Enough about work on the nose
that's the way that it goes.

Whatever happened to the nose
it was because of all them toes.

written by: steve cliche ...7/30/04

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[steve]

I couldn't get there, so God reached down to me
He opened my eyes, and God let me see

I was blind, and my ears didn't hear
He lifted me up, drew me near.

I let go my life, all I held dear
I could then see, then I could hear.

God wants me willing, wants me to try
He wants me to be, His till I die.

I am a part, of a well thourht plan
for every woman, for every man.

I feel so privilaged, to even have a part
in this plan, to change a heart.

At certain times, I hear Him so clear
it's like we're together, so I have no fear.

Even in the valley, with the shadow on me
God lights my way, makes me to see.

When I'm weak, life full of loss
I lift up my head, I look to the cross.

It's there to behold, to give us relief
God is awesome, that's my beliefe.

I'm going to listen, to His every word
for me not to, would seem absurd.

When in battle, you need to be led
Jesus my savior, His hand on my head.

Go out my son, and fight for me
give the gosple, help them to see.

Sooner than you think, this battle will cease
some will perish, some have peace.

So when you're where, you don't belong
remember the war, you have to be strong.

Don't remove your armor, or lay down your blade
He's in control, of all that He's made.

Do I understand, every bit of this mess?
I say no, but my God dosen't guess.

He knows what He's doing, He's thought it all out
I don't need to know, I need to go out.

I need to say, what He told me to tell
believe in Jesus, so you don't go to hell.

And if there are things, you don't understand
just trust your leader, and do what He planned.

We were given the Word, it tells us so much
trust our Lord, relax in His touch.

I am a warrior, I grew up to be
this was God's plan, when He made me.

He knew all the pain, that I'd go thru
He knew it would make me, care more about you.

I'm going to be, with my God above
I'm fighting this fight, because of His love.

He wants us all, to come be with Him
without His son, your chances are slim.

So I'm saying to you, my fellow man
grab your sword, do whatever you can.

The cost is high, but your leader knows best
fight the fight, then we can rest.

Lets tell every person, lets tell them all
if you know Jesus, you've heard the call.

Wake up my brothers, my sisters too
we're in a battle, there's plenty to do.

written by steve cliche ... 8/01/04

[dallee]

Well I am glad that you found it, kinda figured you would. I am even gladder you found your way back home.

Welcome home Steve, I missed you

[steve]

Good morning world, I'm awake I think
wish you were here, said with a wink.

Wish I had someone, to boss me around
I'm sittin' here in peace, not one sound.

I can't be happy, I've got to be sad
actually it's not, really too bad.

I woke up, but not by a clock
don't have to hear, We need to talk

We need to talk, oh I see
that usually means, it's about me.

Something I've done, or didn't do
heaven forbid, we talk about you.

Not that you, have any faults
if I mention you, communication halts.

It's about me, a mistake I've made
you woke me up, like a police raid.

Get out of bed, it's almost eight
yard work to do, and you are late.

When you're done, dont relax
as for work, I've got stacks.

I'll just look, and wink with a smile
hating your guts, the whole while.

Love wakin up, bein' told to get goin'
clean the garage, and leaves need blowin'.

Clean the gutters, wash the car
where were you last night, at the bar?

Who was there, did they talk to you?
go get dressed, there's plenty to do.

Wish you'd sell that bike, stop wearin' leather
then we could, spend more time together.

And while you're at it, cut that hair
Just cut it, I know you don't care.

Don't just stand there, get it in gear
there's so many things, to do around here.

This bein' in love, oh what bliss
I'm so sorry, 'bout that spot I missed.

Maybe next time, I'll get it right
was gonna watch boxing, but I'll get it tonight.

When I'm done, I'm goin to bed
yes dear, I cleaned the shed.

All my chores, have been done
I love you, you're the one.

Remember the day, we said our I Do's?
and later that night, you got the blues.

That went on, for about a week
until the vows, you seemed so meek.

A sweet young thing, my dream come true
and now all I get, is this life with you.

It's not all bad, this marriage of mine
but when you're away, it all seems fine.

I see your car, pull away from our home
don't hurry back, go ahead and roam.

Take the long way back, see the sights
you'll be back, to ruin my nights.

Every day, as long as I live
you'll take, all I can give.

Take it all, drain me dry
I won't even, ask you why.

My life's been set, it's all a plan
I remember, being a man.

Now I'm yours, to be there for you
as you think, what else can I do?

I love being married, this is great
I sure hope, you're not home late.

I hope everything is fine, and you are ok
I better get started, on my day.

I'm happily married, you know what I mean
got to go, windows to clean.

Man this is great, this marital bliss
why just last week, I got a kiss.

A kiss from my lover, right on my lips
If I got her a suitcase, would she take trips?

I'm just kidding, I love my life
I just can't stand, my loving wife.

written by: steve cliche ..... 8/5/04

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[ajusmc]

Steve, sounds like my ex wife. Wonder if they know each other

[steve]

Samurai

He ain't tough, like you or I
he ain't even, a samurai.

Oh, he's got a bow, and a knife
but he ain't a samuriai, to save his life.

All his adventures, were a lie,
he is not, a samurai.

Lives by the code, or he should
to be samurai, you need to be good.

He's got a sword, that's no lie
but that don't mean, he's a samurai.

His name is Dylan, for a start
and for a while, he was Braveheart.

Then he was Legolas, fighting the hurukai
but that don't mean, he's a samurai.

Always braggin' bout who he be
just looks like Dylan, to you or me.

Why do some people, have to lie
and tell everyone, they're a samurai?

Chop, chop chop, with a sword
you're not a samurai, you're just bored.

Stab a couch, maybe a chair
keep it sharp, it will cut hair.

I'm sure by now, you surely see
your not a samurai, say ... like me.

And if you wonder, exactly why
you are not a samurai.

Look in the mirror, and you will see
you are not, and never will be.

But imagination's great, it seems so true
you can be who you want, that's what I do.

As for Braveheart, and Legolas, you are neither
but then again, I ain't no samurai either.

written by: steve (uncle steve) cliche .... 8/9/04

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[steve]

Early in the day, time to rap
got to hurry, I'll need a nap.

Born so poor, in the hood
and I'm black, guess that's good.

Yea I'm a rapper, I'm really down
born in the hood, but been around.

Lived in a box, for quite some time
no TV, learned to rhyme.

Robbed a store, I was just three
"gimme the money, and some candy"

Was in a gang when I was four
very young, to know the score.

There's always a target, someone to rob
I just waited, till after Sponge Bob.

After I pulled, my first score
I went and robbed, the TV store.

I'm a rapper, a gang bangin' dude
moma don't care, if I'm not rude.

Had me a lady, when I was five
on TV, she wasn't live.

Did a drive by, at age six
I was on a bike, I threw some sticks.

Oh I was bad, leader of my gang
in by dark, that's all I could hang.

Moma would yell, "get home right now"
time for dinner, time for chow.

Me and my boys, quite the crew
no tellin' what we would do.

Sold bad stuff, on the block
wrote on the sidewalks, only in chalk.

Did my first hit, I was still six
not a killin', just threw some sticks.

But as I grew up, I think I was seven
I started thinkin', 'bout goin' to heaven.

After all I'd done, livin' the life
I needed God, and a good wife.

Easy to get in, hard to get out
gang bangin', that's what it's about.

A few can do's, a whole lot of cant's
Scooby Doo, on my underpants.

Oh I was tough, I lived in the hood
but Moma said, son be good.

So I put down my sticks, every one
never got old enough to own a gun.

The cops all knew me, a wanted kid
but I quit bangin', that's what I did.

Still wear my colors, I'm there in my heart
got to go, Sponge Bob's gonna start.

If you're ever tempted, to join a gang
you need to learn, all the slang.

It come natural, growin' up in the hood
I coulda been bad, but Moma said be good.

So now I'm home, just watchin' TV
eatin' cookies, bad ol' me.

When I turn eight, if the gang's still there
I'll give those meanies, a real bad scare.

They'll think twice, before messin' with me
when I'm eight, then you'll see.

Yep it's true, I grew up in the hood
Mom's gettin' me a toy, only if I'm good.

If you see the gang, don't mention my name
after Sponge Bob, I'm gonna play a game.

But when I'm nine, get back Jack
I got sticks, a big ol' stack

written by: ... a gang banger ... steve cliche 8/10/04
from the hood

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[steve]

Knew a lady, lived in a shed
everyone called her, Old Pinhead.

Never liked it, told me so
I just said, "yea I know."

She looked at me, then said WHY?
I said "Pin head, please don't cry."

"Don't call me that" that's what she said
"OK" I said, "see ya later Pin head."

She said "HEY", what did i say
I called her pin head, anyway.

Only friends, tease this way
if you're friends, it's what you say.

I tease Buff, he teases me
cause we're friends, can't you see.

If every word, was soft and sweet
well, well that wouldn't be neat.

It's more fun, to play with a friend
nothing hurt, nothing to mend.

Back to the lady, in the shed
the one I call pin head.

Shes real cool, and real darn pretty too
when I kiss her, there's one thing I don't do.

You guessed it, don't call her that in bed
but even then, it comes to my head.

I try real hard, but it won't go away
this is what, I just want to say.

Yes I think about it, even in bed
I want to say, "I love you pin head."

written by: steve cliche 8/10/04
for a friend happysmile

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[steve]

It's very dark, when there is no light
when it's black, it's not white.

My bird flew away, then it came back
I call him bob, but I think his name's Jack.

People wear wooden shoes, don't know why
clip cloppin around, eatin' blueberry pie.

And the pony's are all, still turnin' blue
even the little one, it never grew.

Turn on a light, it only gets brighter
sun comes up, and it all gets lighter.

Lot of this stuff is gettin' on my nerves
and they should get, what they deserves.

Like all the flowers, poppin' up every year
and everything ahead, starts to come near.

Unless you're walking backwards, as some do
then things, are going away from you.

Wet as can be, on every rainy day
and then all dry, when the clouds go away.

I'm up to here, with all these things
like a bell, and the way it rings.

I'm thinking of keeping, this all to myself
put in the back, on a real high shelf.

Cause I'm fed up, ready to blow
don't believe me? ok, here I go.

Well I can't, still runnin' my mouth
like on a map, down's always south.

Take a piece of bread, lay it on a table
wait a month, clean it up if you're able.

I brush my teeth, and smile real big
but I never got, a toothpaste gig.

Movie stars, in big cool cars
books about men, who are from mars.

This stuff, is getting me kinda down
instead of my smile, I see a frown.

We can't be having, days such as these
everyone nice, wantin' to please.

Peek around corners, make sure it's still clear
why when we're afraid, do we feel fear?

But sure enough, same old thing
every year, here comes spring.

Wash the car, it just gets clean
these are the things, that I mean.

But I'm not complaining, oh not me
I just wish, more things were free.

I go in a store, see things to buy
they want money, I wonder why.

Lost my subject, I'm off track
oh ok, I've got it back.

Yea it was about, the light and dark
there not enough lights, in the park.

Could be a mugger, there could be one
get me upset, make me pull my gun.

I'd say to him, "look what you've done"
"and while your lookin', look at my gun."

"Now you run along, you big scarry mugger
run back to moma, now you go hug her."

I guess I'm done, with this rant
I can always tell, when I begin to pant.

That's not to say, I couldn't write more
I'd love a house, with a round door.

Windows too, round as the moon
sure is bright, right around noon.

Welcome to my madness, it's how I think
just a second, getting a drink.

Man that was good, just what I needed
I ate dinner, that's when I feeded.

See what I mean, they say feeded ain't a word
oh by the way, my maddness ain't cured.

Turnin' on the lights, been writing in the dark
like carving a message, on a big chunk of bark.

Wow this is better, now I can see
way out in front, and all around me.

There's that bread, I left laying out
wasn't green before, what's that about?

I can see my car shine, from way over here
or I could look at it, in a mirror.

I'm glad my house, is built on the ground
otherwise, it would be floating around.

How long is this poem, I'm starting to think?
I'm almost done, I say with a wink.

Actually I'm not, nor ever will be
there still a ton of BS, left in me.

Like when I look, up way in the sky
and see birds flyin', one with one eye.

Might have had two, I couldn't see
only one side, was facing me.

But when I looked, and he went by
I think I only, saw one eye.

Ok, Ok, there could have been two
one for me, and one for you.

Yellow's nice, as colors go
blue's ok, when you mow.

Fresh cut blue, the smell's in the air
there's a elephant, standing over there.

He's just eating, looking my way
wearing my shades, oh not today.

I'm gonna need em, in a few hours
weatherman says, we're gonna get showers.

My TV's on, I'm not even looking
and other stuff, that rhymes with looking.

Now I should stop, using the same words
as buffalo go by, in great huge herds.

A purple lady, all in white
dressed special, for this night.

Blue velvet, was a cool jam
it's even older, than I am.

Heard a girl sing, not very loud
she was sitting, on a cloud.

She sang a song, she wrote for me
words in the air, you could see.

It's all getting fuzzy, becomming a blurr
even my typing's sstaarttin n to sssluur.

I think I'm done, have I covered it all?
did I mention, I've had a ball?

I think on this poem, I've really scored
if you've read this much, you're very bored.

But just in case, you want some more
and my words, you can't ignore.

I will write, a few more lines
as for numbers, I like nines.

Now that was a moment, to always remember
at least until, maybe next November.

I'm hearing bells, and a whistle too
it's on TV, I already knew.

But there for a moment, you thought I was crazy
well I'm not, but I am kinda lazy.

I love the color, of stuff that's green
like a lot of leaves, that I've seen.

A grasshopper, on a low branch
wouldn't taste bad, with a little ranch.

Or toasted real good, and sprinkled on a salad
just a line, in the grasshopper ballad.

Well now I've done it, I've went too long
somebody, should have rung the gong.

Times up Steve, this will be it
you really mean, I have to quit.

written by: steve cliche ... 8/10/04




ha ha ha, you thought I was done
when in reality, I've only begun.

You were ready, to be on your way
then I had, more to say.

I'm talking about bings, and pops and bangs
all the loud noises, like blam and blang.

I can't tell, if I'm done or not
I just know, its as far as I've got.

I'm up a tree, talkin' to a squirel
you ever think, what a wierd world?

Eggs ain't round, I wonder why
just a bit off, then they can fly.

Butterflys spread, wings that are new
is it all just for me, and you?

I see things in clouds, I think we all do
but their gone, before I can tell you.

Going to look for a job, I just can't stop
you quit laughin', thinkin' of being a cop.

It's not funny, I could really do it
put on the cuffs, then I'd glue it.

Up against the wall, you're all bad I know
as I check their ID's, find out they're my bro's.

Had them turn around, I'm telling you
I'm sorry guys, about the glue.

OK maybe not a cop, you're right about that
I can't be an animal, like a dog or a rat.

Hey, I'll be a cowboy, with a big ol' hat
get a cool bucke, and stuff like that.

Blue lightning bolts, streaked across my vision
and this has brought me, to a decision.

If I don't stop, writing these words
and standin' around, lookin' at birds.

Well if I quit, then I'll be done
and I ain't, this is fun.

I can do this, in say my sleep
climb a mountain too, if it ain't too steep.

I'll run in a marathon, 10, 20 miles
but don't wait up, I'll be a whiles.

I'll run forever, run really really far
or i just might, grab my car.

What I'm sayin', is hey what's up?
I drink mostly from a cup.

I have been known, to use a glass
long story, I'll let it pass.

Ok I'm done ... but... I'll be back... I have a few things to say...ha...
peace, joy, love, smiles, Jesus..... God bless you all.
written by: steve cliche ... 8/10/04




I'm really done this time, but, I knew you would look!

[steve]

(typed under protest)


Dale Said "2"

I can't help it, I'm at it again
it's hard to stop, once I begin.

Not that I, have a lot to say
I just need help, so you pray.

If you're faithful, and you pray
I think God, will make me ok.

But till then, I'm going to speak
even if, I have to sneak.

I live my life, inside a bubble
only my mouth, gets me in trouble.

That is why, I have to be careful
and why, you have to be prayerful.

I think together, we got it whipped
then these lips, will be zipped.

But till then, it's bla bla bla
I just hope you're thinkin', ha ha ha.

If you're not, and you're sick of me
just remember, my poems are free.

Not that anyone, would ever pay
just to hear, what I have to say.

I'm just using, my freedom of speech
not really trying, to train or to teach.

Did that trip, with my two boys
my two sons, my life's joy's.

I'm just writing, to keep Dale busy
she posts my poems, it makes her dizzy.

I wrote one, it was really long
full of wisdom, I was strong.

In that poem, I bared my soul
but still I never, reached my goal.

My goal is set, and this is it
write a poem so long, that Dale will quit.

Salt in the wond, I'm just rubbin
she's going in, for a good nose scrubbin'.

Dale says, she don't like none of you
but I said to her, that I do.

She said why, they are so not right?
I said Dale, let's not fight.

If you don't like them, it's up to you
there is nothing, I can do.

Did she listen, and change her tune?
not one bit, won't be soon.

She just laughs, at all of you
and I think, she laughs at me too.

But what the heck, it's OK
after all, it's her right to say.

I just thought, it was kinda mean
she just winked, ate another jelly bean.

Very picky, only eats the red
all the rest, are under her bed.

So here I sit, trying for peace
and my fingers, will not cease.

I keep typing, all these things
if they sell, I'll hear cha chings.

But they won't, it's too much to hope
Dale said, you're a dope.

Why does she say, these hateful sayings
I don't know, just keep praying.

She won't stop, I put in a request
She don't like us, thinks she's the best.

I shared my heart, to her one night
she did her nails, said "yeah right."

Well that hurt, like the dickens
then she said, "you're all chickens."

I just don't get it, but she ain't gonna stop
I think maybe, Dale's a cop.

I'm not sure yet, not tellin' a tale
but she did say, you belong in jail.

I better stop, she might find out
that I told you all, what she's about.

If she finds out, it will be hard on me
she posts my poems, don't you see.

i better go...... written by: steve cliche....8/11/04

Steve also draws. You can see his work at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

The Gown


I don't drink, I don't do drugs
I don't think, I eat too many bugs.

Try to stay sober, thinking clear
try not to look, at me in a mirror.

I can't sing, not out loud
maybe alone, but not in a crowd.

I'm not a jogger, but I do run
mostly my mouth, till I'm done.

Don't cut my hair, let it grow
scissors make it short, you know.

I never sing, I never do drugs
have nice friends, need no thugs.

A simple life, just no singing
just a smile, that's what I'm bringing.

It's really cool, the way I live
plenty to eat, more to give.

I'm not leaving, till I'm all done
eating I mean, I want one.

Yep I'm right, not to drink
I just need, to really think.

I ride my bike, every day
unless I get there, another way.

This is all, you need to know
when I leave, is when I go.

That was smart, that last line
think I'll keep it, call it mine.

I'm just saying, what I think
No drugs, and I don't drink.

Tell the truth, not a liar
I didn't start, that little fire.

I won't tell, not on him
I'm not saying, it was Jim.

My little brother, oh not him
start a fire, no not Jim.

This here poem, written by me
read if you want, it ain't free.

Cost a coin, every time
I'm thinking, more than a dime.

If you read this, if you read any
you owe me, more than a penny.

So pay up, give me my due
or just give it, to you know who.

Oh yea, even though it's late
hey AJ, the roast was great.

OK OK, I guess this is done
time to start, another one.

So I'll stop, I'm winding down
no I'm not, wearing a gown.

That was rude, to even think
I already said, I don't drink.

If that's the way, you're going to be
then I'm leaving, say bye to me.

written by: steve cliche ..... 8/11/04


If you like these poems check out steve's drawings
at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[ajusmc]

glad the roast was great
so how was the ride
did you mange to stay dry

[steve]

YELLOW


This entire poem, will be about blue
not about me, and not about you.

A beautiful color, it will surely do
all different shades, all of them blue.

Blue is the one, the only one who
you know what I mean, I know you do.

I'm going to do it, I really need to
this whole poem, will be about blue.

Like up in the sky, it's awfully blue
My love of the color, has really grew.

Ok I know, what I will do
I'll think of ships, and navy blue.

I'll think of numbers, like ones and twos
all kinds of them, in all shades of blue.

Writing a poem, all about blue
I just found out, is hard to do.

But I'll persist, I usually do
there's plenty more, things of blue.

Like balloons, some are blue
and ummm, other stuff too.

I really like colors, man I love blue
at least that part, was easy to do.

Let me see, what else is blue?
without any air, we would be too!

I can't do it, walk in my shoe
you see, if it's easy to do.

Well what's so hard, it's just blue?
Now that I think, there's none in stew.

Is this long enough? is it for you?
to be considered, a poem about blue?

Anyway it's done, this is true

all this talk, of good old yellow .........lol.

written by: steve cliche.....8/11/04

Steve uses yellow and blue in his artwork. Take a peek at it and see all the other colors he uses as well, at www.clichefantasyart.com

[steve]

When I'm in the dark, I'm really quite alright
I have always been, intimate with the night.

Even when the sun is up, and everything is fine
there's always been a shadow, drifting over mine.

I don't mean sadness, or evil in any way
it's just a bit darker, that's all I'm trying to say.

I see everything, that others seem to see
I just see them in the dark, the way it is for me.

I stay up late at night, but that's not what I mean
what brought on the shadows, is all that I have seen.

Maybe no more, than it is for any other
it's just kinda dark, that's all I'm saying brother.

Is it from the war, left over darkness
it was very dark, did it really mark us?

Were we all changed in ways we cannot see
is this why, it all seems dark to me?

Am I all alone, or are there many others
is it kinda dark, for all of my brothers?

We were just involved, things that we have seen
when the shadows came, I was still a teen.

I am not complaining, we have our lots in life
when it's dark outside, I feel a lot less strife.

Is it because, the rest of you are asleep
do I then feel safer, or is that too much of a leap?

I don't really know, this is all a guess
but it sure seems to me, my bright days are less.

I remember Vietnam, the war that I was in
the one where we died, but did not ever win.

We don't mention Nam, when we're not alone
it's always so dark, when digging up that bone.

I'm not any worse, much better I think instead
at least it's just dark, there was 58,000 dead.

Maybe the lightless days, are just the way I feel
maybe it's ok, it's just the way I deal.

Yea that's it, I've finally figured it all out
now I know, what the darkness is all about.

God tells me it's ok, when I bring those memories back
He was there knocking, shining through a crack.

I got up from my darkness, I opened up the door
God's light came in, it wasn't as dark as before.

I'm glad I chose this subject, this talk of little light
it reminded me of God, His glory is so bright.

In His glorious shinning, is light for all to share
and in the midst of the light, Jesus sits right there.

Funny how writing this poem, I've lifted my own spirit
Jesus Christ is our light, I want the world to hear it.

Well every person, whoever you may be
open up the door, and God's light you will see.

(Now that it's light, I'd like to add that, here goes, ummm.......well.... oh nevermind)
written by: steve cliche ... the Christian, artist, dad, grandpa, pres, biker and now ........ I say with a huge wink...... and a .... poet........dude......................... 8/13/04

Steve draws some of the most interesting fantasy art and it is never dark.
If you would like to see it, visit his web page at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com) .

[steve]

Who are we to say, the same to you
as we did before, butterfiles are blue.

I'm not doing it, are they all done
it's rose colored, I can get you one.

As for the beginning, sweating all day
you had to of been there, and he said hey.

I'm not saying, movies aren't real
I like that car, enjoyed the meal.

I'm up to here , cookies are great
scented in rose, oh wow it's late.

You can't get there, water the plants
I'm ok now, I saw all the ants.

Good way to begin, balloons always pop
those aren't mine, they say they can hop.

Seven in a batch, flip on that light
yea she's nice, those clouds are white.

Anyway you look at it, soon I think
it's about done, I need a drink.

This is level, so she said hey
red's a cool color, I cooked all day.

Saw her do it, can I have the blue
jewels and gold, so how are you.

Turned a new leaf, it's around seven
I hate spiders, she said eleven.

Pokin a troll, never had Chinese
new shirt right, I'm gonna sneeze.

Over hill and over dale, 3 reasons why
just hang it over there, it's a good buy.

I'm not even sure, need to dust
world economics, it's just rust.

Planted pine trees, it just wasn't real
had a peach pie, it's all stainless steel.

These are all yours, left on a whim
I'd like that with fries, just a trim.

Harley's break down, I'm never there
theres milk in the fridge, not without air.

This don't make sense, I'm not going
there's many to see, it's made for rowing.

When it's windy, great song leader
breads done, who's gonna lead her.

We just put it out, never been there
shot right at me, I've got a spare.

Two feet thick, seems to be the plug
I love your hair, spilled milk on the rug.

"I quit"

didn't know how to end it....

written by: steve cliche .... 8/13/04

To see some of Steve's fantasy art click on www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

I grasp at the wind, howling along with my prey
it seems to struggle, why does it try to get away?

I just desire to hold it, to direct it's wayward blowing
and yet it fights me, behaving as if it's all knowing.

I want the control; it's blown freely all my days
I'll make the decisions, I'll make it to blow always.

I want it windy, want a storm every day
I'll pull in it's reins, now it will do as I say.

I've tried this before, but to absolutely no avail
I never really held it, but I might have grabbed it's tail.

I'm wanting it stormy, with the wind just blowing wild
want the trees to groan, I want the forrest riled.

Leaves ignore me, as they whip by my head
all this is happening, while I lay upon my bed.

I'm looking up into the clouds, seeing my domain
I want the wind to blow, but not to blow in rain.

I'll keep it under control. I'll truly do my best
it can start on it's own, but I'll control the rest.

Controlling the direction, that's the hardest part
but I have got a plan, but first it's got to start.

The last time I tried this, it went not well at all
I thought I had it under control, then it seemed to stall.

But this is a different day; I'm feeling very sure
but what do I call the wind, is it "him" or "her" ?

Do you think it wrong of me, just a simple man
to want to grasp the wind, and hold it if I can?

You're thinking it's God's job, on this I would bet
but does it really matter, I haven't done it yet.

I don't want to be a god, just a lot more like mine
He knows I'll never do it, but trying is just fine.

He's sitting there now, with a smile on His face
"Steve's gonna try it, I'll watch just in case.

Usually when he gets like this, I'm called on pretty quick
like the time he thought, the ice looked pretty thick.

So now Steve my son, wants to grasp the wind
I just might let him do it, at least the very end.

I'll let him grab just the tail, and move it for a while
Steve will want to move the trees, I know my son's style."

Peter said to Jesus, "Lord, will Brother Steve be harmed?"
for a man in heaven, he seemed quite alarmed.

Jesus said to Peter, "Brother Steve will surely be fine
and if he is not, he's a brother of mine.

I've watched this man closely, everyday since his birth
he still has no clue, of his true worth.

But no matter what in life, it's not been good to see
all that Steve's been through, he's kept on loving me.

So I cut the boy some slack, he's had his time to grieve
we all just look at each other, and say it's just Steve.

Now he's gonna grasp the wind, at least it's something new
wasn't it Steve's own son, who turned the water blue?

Put food coloring, in a hundred gallon tank
wasn't good for his fish, a good idea that sank!

Now here he is, with a brand new goal
a beginning with none, now he wants control.

He's going to grasp the wind, everyone stand clear
this should be good, I think I'll stand over here."

"Up here in heaven," says a man named Paul
"We just love old Steve, in fact we love you all.

Well we're going to watch the show, God's letting him do it
one thing I'll say for Steve, the lad does have grit."

written by: steve cliche ... 8/15/04
7/17th air cav. pleiku, camp holloway
h.hqtrs co. AND 61st assualt hel. co.
70...71... hi guys...whats happening?

Take a look at Steve's artwork at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

I’m writing this about Chug, a fine wee lad,
he was doing ok, now like milk he’s gone bad.

Seems to have lost it, he’s forgotten how to act,
It’s a very long story, but every word's a fact.

He’s got 3 precious girls, when some of us have none,
but Chug treats them all bad, every single one.

Drunk all the time, a very abusive tone,
Chug had it all, now he'll be alone.

You pray for Chug, if he comes to your mind,
he’s going to be alone, he had to be unkind.

You know what he’s thinking, he never shuts his yap,
if you’re mean all the time, you’ve fallen in the trap.

The one that Satan lays, for those who have it all,
if you think you’re so great, you’re going to take a fall.

Pride before destruction, that’s what we were told,
as for his 3 girls, won’t have them when he’s old.

Forgot the kindness, forgot to show some love,
forgot his 3 girls, given from above.

Bully’s them around, like dealing with men,
I’m talking about his loss; it comes along with sin.

I will pray for Chug, and his precious loss,
God still loves Chug, and God is still the boss.

Cuss them day and night; grab them by the throat,
threaten them with every word, he really gets my goat.

So many of us alone, and this man had three,
ladies in his life, here its just me.

I shouldn’t take it personal, these things he has done,
but this dude had 3 ladies, and I only want just one.

If I had me a lady, who was mine to keep,
in my life loving me, my feelings would be deep.

I'd never raise my voice, I'd try my very best,
treat them with respect, and love them all the rest.

I've heard this man cuss a child, like you might a dog,
but because of the booze, he’s living in a fog.

Doesn’t see the simple pleasures, in being loved by three,
if I just had me one, how pleased I would be.

I’m waiting on the lord; I want his choice for my life,
He’s going to give me a lady, and He will make my wife.

When I say Chug had three, a wife and two girls,
thought you knew what I meant, lots and lots of curls.

It's just that Chug is sending them, out with all the freaks,
his wife with her hair, and its all freshly streaked..

The world is a scary place, a family's all they’ve known,
a mom and a dad, a place to call their own.

But Chug took all that away, always at full throttle,
yelling and cussing, always had a bottle.

Scaring little girls, to even leave their room,
talk of getting married, and Chug will cuss the groom.

I've heard the man myself, calling babies names,
they are all so and so's, playing all their games.

Who hates a child, who has not yet learned to talk?
I'm talking about little kids, before they learn to walk.

I want nothing more, than for Chug to get saved,
but I’m afraid he’s lost his girls, for how he has behaved.

You reap what you sow; God' word is so true,
after all these years, what will chug do?

Who will he cuss, when he’s in the mood?
who will he frighten, who will he treat rude.

Pray for this family, you will feel Gods tug,
and lets pray for him, lets all pray for Chug.

And pray for the girls, lets pray for all three,
they don’t have their dad, but now they are free.

No more name calling, no more frightened nights,
no more roughing up, and they are done with fights.

Now they can come home, and not have to wonder,
If Chug is drinking, they might make a blunder.

Like being hungry, when he’s not ready for them to be,
you eat all the time, you blankity blank just eat like me.

Let me tell you about women, he says with a sneer,
there ain’t nothin' but -------, that’s what’s living here.

You get the point; they really need our prayers,
they have God"s love, they need to know God cares.

written by: steven a. cliche...8/17/04
7/17th air cav. pleiku, camp holloway
h. hqtrs co. AND, 61st assualt hel. co.
70...71...do the dew, anson bombers ...hi guys...what’s happening?


See Steves art work at his website, www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

This is written, to the ones who truly think,
I’m definitely saying that, with a wink.

Cause actually, what I’m going to do,
is just ramble, I know you want me too.

The only problem I have, is picking a topic,
I've got an idea, I'll speak of somewhere tropic.

No not Bermuda, and Jamaica’s way to calm,
I know what I'll do; I will speak of Nam.

The blistering heat, and cold mountain nights,
the friends that I made, we got to see the sites.

What a strange trip, what a travel destination,
what a stupid choice, as a place to vacation

Everything was free, if you took it by force,
we had the guns, so they cooperated of course.

Anything we wanted, there for the taking,
very many friends the United States was making.

Oh they loved us; we were favorites by far,
ruined their country, being who we normally are.

We were the victors, only we hadn’t won,
but we were there, and remember the gun.

The guns we had, and our country’s lack of pity,
ruined their children, in the villes and the cities.

War is not a time, for a child to grow up,
even worse when its fought, by those that are corrupt.

Well they never really fought the war, just a word or two,
that’s all it took from them, to kill me or you.

Those who were in office, year after year,
always had a reason, for keeping us so near.

So that’s where we were, not a real great place,
we are the Americans, and we claim this place.

We're from, well, over there, about ten thousand miles,
we’ve come to help you, give you back your smiles.

We will treat you justly, we'll always be fair,
after a decade or so, you’ll hardly know were there.

Don’t you people see, we're the U.S., this is what we do,
we’ve come all this way, to vacation, and to be with you.

I swam in your ocean; I climbed in your mountains,
I loved your temples; I sat by your fountains.

I did some bad stuff; I’m not blameless in this,
but as I get older, there’s a lot I miss.

The evenings I spent, a tension in the air,
waiting for the sunset, I knew would be there.

The funny old mom sans, the laughing kids,
nights in a hammock, heavy eye lids.

The jungles all around me, the rivers and lakes,
but people kept dying, was that just the breaks.

When I saw a sign, off limits to military personnel,
that’s where I went, this I'll finally tell.

Ok come get me, I’m finally ready and calm,
and while I’m in your custody, send me back to Nam.

I want to see it again; I’m just that kind of dude,
wanting to go back, being in that mood.

It hits me at times, like missing an old friend,
I’m done with this rhyme, this is the end.

written by: steve cliche...8/18/04

7/17th air cav. pleiku, camp holloway
h. hqtrs co. AND, 61st assualt hel. co.
70...71...hi guys...whats happening?

To see more of Steve's art follow this link www.clichefantasyart.com

[ajusmc]

The prayers are said each day for all, as for God watches over his flock
As Chud retreats deeper into the bottle, he will loose it all till he's back on the block.

Till he learns what he has lost,
he will not accept our one true boss.

For many have had that drunken snear,
thats the one that the innocent will fear.

Those three ladies that were in his life,
they didn't cause his world full of strife.

Blame everyone else that is around,
everyones else fault that his world has come down.

Our prayers are still with him and his ladies,
until he finds the Lord, they will be said daily.@poormans copyright 8/19/04

[steve]

So we got a visit from charlie, really quite a storm,
with the charlie I knew, that was just the norm.

The folks down in Florida, they all need our prayers,
a visit from charlie, leaves thousand mile stares.

The hurricane blew things down; a child lost her pup,
the charlie we all knew, he only blew things up.

One day it’s sunny, then it hits you know,
Daytime our buddy, night time our foe.

charlie is a tricky thing, here and then it’s gone,
it starts to get dark, and then the fight is on.

We got a visit from charlie; it tore up the coast,
the one that I met, he tore up the most.

He was like a hurricane, calm at his center,
crawling through the wire, to see if he can enter.

Once he was there, he’d damage in any form,
sounds kinda like charlie, that devastating storm.

There’s one big difference, nineteen people dead,
fifty eight thousand, makes me see red.

Now that is a real storm, and charlie was its name,
the other was a storm, the weather you cannot blame.

We watched it all coming, thanks to satellite,
our charlie came out quick, but only in the night.

Oh there were days, the light they did brave,
that’s the way our charlie, chose to behave.

We watched them by satellite, oh how I dream,
charlie is here, your warning was a scream.

They lost all they had, due to that wind,
but very few of them, lost their best friend.

Ours was a storm, one without a reason,
Florida got hit, it’s just hurricane season.

Was I scared in the storm? Yes I really was,
very scared at first, that’s what war does.

First you freak out, then it’s just insane,
will they have nightmares, about that hurricane?

Pray for those people, the families of those who died,
pray for the veterans, the ones who have cried.

As for the thousands, lives that were lost,
it was quite a storm, we paid quite a cost.

Pray for the vets, and the people in that state,
pray for their salvation, pray they lose the hate.

charlie was the enemy, and he was very fierce,
but remember Jesus, and his hands they did pierce.

That’s who they need, those that are still here,
pray that every person, to Jesus will draw near.

I've never been in a storm, of quite that dimension,
but the charlie I knew, definitely had my attention.

Let’s not blame charlie, it wasn’t really his fault,
once he got going, then how could he halt.

We were in his country, like a mighty wind,
what did we expect, we were not his friend.

You could hear a pin drop, the storm it will fade,
unless the pin that dropped, was from a grenade.

Now you have a problem, this is kinda gnarly,
hey I've got a great idea, throw it at charlie.


written by: steve cliche...8/19/04

Aj, I heard you were there...glad
you’re ok.


If you like the poetry you will love the art work.
See it at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

" 1ST DAY "


Now that your here, pleased be seated. Relax and you may smoke if you wish. What? You don’t like smoke? Then by all means, you may go...anyway, get out your notebooks, here, in my class, we, no you, take notes.... your NOTES, can be called in at any time, these also will be graded. The grade will count. In my class, you will pay attention. Because class, if I’m going to stand up here and say everything I am about to say over the next 4 months, I will be heard. Now, welcome to my class. I’m Mr. Cliche, but you may call me Mr. cliche.

I’m going to be...trying ...very hard, to teach you, and I’ll be teaching you things, and only things, that I know and, have taken the time to learn myself, thus, I’m your teacher. Now, if I find that the subject matter we will be going over does not interest you, I will assume that by that you mean I … 1). …am a fool for taking the time to learn all this garbage in the 1st place...2). …an uninteresting person...3). … know things that you are way above.....you see where I’m going? Well Mr. cliche is a very sensitive person, and your lack of attention will also count in your grade, fore alas, I have been offended. This will hurt your grade, by the way....

Now, lets get started...I need all your names, even though, through our time together, many of you will acquire nick names. I will be making these up as we go along, in accordance with your actions, and many other things.
Actually you can put it to good use. You can know that he, Mr. cliche, is calling me that, because it’s what he thinks when he sees me, and he is not good with names. Thus, the nick names. If you do not like your name that I give you, you are free to change my viewpoint at any time. If I am calling you for example, dum dum, you may change this by studying more, and getting better grades...if I call you scruffy, buy a new shirt. All improvements will, yes you guessed it, count toward your grade. Write your names on the list, and pass it in.

Excuse me, you Mr. late...(my 1st name).... will you be coming in 9 minutes late every day, or was this your way of introducing yourself?....the seats that you are in at this moment , are your seat. Do not move. You will be considered, in my opinion, to not be here. I will not look for you if you seem to be missing; this again, will irritate me, and end up counting on your grade...we seem to be getting off to a splendid start. Would anyone like to ruin the mood by asking a stupid question? ... Yes little miss curious?????...You think you might be in the wrong class? ...hmmm.... Mr. late, bring me miss curious’ schedule please. Class will now begin.

written by: steve cliche...8/20/04
Mr. Cliche also draws some of the most amazing fantansy art.
Visit his sight at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[dallee]

The people in the path of this devestating hurricane are in thoughts and our prayers. May the Holy Spirit calm the confusion, and draw all affected closer to the Almighty God. Mostly we are thankful we do not have to dig through the rubble to find our own homes.

As for the other charlie, the one you faced in Nam, we pray also for his victims. May they know a peaceful night, and face a sunrise with hope for the next. I want to be a vessel God uses to show them that He cares.

Thank you Steve for sharing these little pieces of your self with us here.

[ajusmc]

Thank you Steve, here in our area of SC, got lots of rain and some wind. Not even close to the devastion of those in Fl.

[steve]

1st day in Nam, came in through cam rhan bay,
so this is Vietnam, the place I get to stay.

Look at all the people, what’s with all the hats,
and they all have dark hair, what’s up with that.

Look at her teeth, why are they so black,
and what is she chewing, its not a simple snack.

They all seem so friendly, although some are shy,
I don’t understand a word, as hard as I try.

They say I’ll be sent, to a place called Pleiku,
it's up in the highlands; I hope its cooler too.

Cause this place is cooking, like a frying pan,
I can’t see nothing, between the sun and the sand.

They said for us to fill sandbags, we just went away,
fill your own sandbags, this is my first day.

Actually what we did, was go and find some shade,
of all of my decisions, this is the worst I've made.

Went in the army, to stay out of jail,
but man, its hot, I should have paid the bail.

Cant remember what we ate, or if we ever did,
but as for filling sand bags blind, we just went and hid.

Still couldn’t see, the sand was so white,
look up or down, couldn’t see a sight.

Got up that night, heard a loud explosion,
that was the beginning, of losing my emotion.

That night I ran to a bunker, we were getting hit,
this was my 1st day, I’m sure I thought oh ****.

We sat in that bunker, not knowing what to do,
no one ever talks to us, I guess because were new.

After a while, we figured it was alright,
but believe it of not, got hit twice that night.

So this is Nam, my home for a year,
12 solid months, I think that’s too much fear.

It might have been the next day, or the one after that,
on my first helicopter, in the mountains nothing flat.

Came to earth in a place, will be with me forever,
its hard to remember, but I believe cloudy weather.

Green green trees, I guess from all the rain,
and very red dirt, or it might have been a stain.

I hated that war, and what it was doing to me,
but I loved the central highlands, there I felt free.

The mantanyard Indians, these people were the best,
nothing has ever compared, to being their welcome guest.

What a beautiful people, so cool the way they live,
if you’re a welcome guest, there’s nothing they won’t give.

Little tiny huts, not a nail in the place,
and they’re up on stilts, an interesting race.

Climb up inside, there’s only room for you,
but they were pretty small, maybe they fit two.

All that they keep, is a mat for them to lay,
and even the mat, is some sort of hay.

Maybe a crossbow, made by their own hands,
about four feet off the ground, that’s how high it stands.

This village that was my favorite, was just past camp enari,
if you don’t know where that is, well I guess I’m just sorry.

I traveled all over those mountains, down every road,
this was where I became a man, and oh the oats I sowed.

I was away from my wife, had a baby I’d never met,
I had gotten away, about as far as I could get.

I couldn’t go home, so I just settled in,
this is my new life, I wonder if we’ll win.

I really never thought, not once about the winning,
I knew the war was wrong, from the very beginning.

I got to know the people, like Ty, Yong, and Lee,
these were my friends, and they truly liked me.

Beautiful beaches, where I swam with the tiger division,
they got in the water, it wasn’t our decision.

We had brought truck tubes, and they had brought some too,
we decided to attack them, what else could we do?

These were the Koreans, for you who did not know,
we paddled really close, and in the water they go.

What a fun time we had, to this you be assured,
and not one of us, could understand a word.

Seemed like a lifetime, but it was just a year,
filled with such beauty, and yes also fear.

But at times its kinda nice, to just think of the good,
I’ll tell you some more sometime, if you behave as you should.

Ok you kids, its time you were in bed,
story time is over, and you’ve all been fed.

So I’m turning out the light, goodnight my sleeping beauties,
time for me to go on guard, and see to all my duties.

Are the claymores all set, I think as I drift away,
I dream of cam rhan bay, and a very, very , hot day.

written by: steve cliche.....goodnight...8/20/04

Steve also draws some very interesting pictures. If you would like to see them go to www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[dallee]

Sounds like this could be a difficult course to master. Perhaps I will just monitor it for this quarter.

Mr. Cliche could be a tough proff. Wonder who will stay the course?

[dallee]

I know Nam was not a series of bedtime stories for the kids back here, but because of your sacrifice I sit in my jammies and read bedtime stories to my baby girl without fear of hearing those explosions in the middle of the night.
Perhaps the war in vietnam was fought without clear reason, but knowing that young men and now women, are willing to take on the responsability of my and my family's safety, makes living here a blessing. Look at the way people in most other countries live, Often awakened at night with explosions or militants rousing them from their bed. If it were not for the strength of our military we too would be in that situation. Peace and freedom are not won with policy makers but with the show of strength and superior power of their country's military.

Thank you all for giving up so much, and thank you Steve, for such a pretty picture of that horrible war.

[dallee]

Remind me not to have Steve plan my vacations!!

It might have had it's pretty parts but i would prefer, say, a working passage on fishing boat to hong kong.... or 3 months building a school in Haiti ... or ........ lol a large list of alternatives..

[danausmc]

I’m writing this about Chug, a fine wee lad,
he was doing ok, now like milk he’s gone bad.

Seems to have lost it, he’s forgotten how to act,
It’s a very long story, but every word's a fact.

He’s got 3 precious girls, when some of us have none,
but Chug treats them all bad, every single one.

Drunk all the time, a very abusive tone,
Chug had it all, now he'll be alone.

You pray for Chug, if he comes to your mind,
he’s going to be alone, he had to be unkind.

You know what he’s thinking, he never shuts his yap,
if you’re mean all the time, you’ve fallen in the trap.

The one that Satan lays, for those who have it all,
if you think you’re so great, you’re going to take a fall.

Pride before destruction, that’s what we were told,
as for his 3 girls, won’t have them when he’s old.

Forgot the kindness, forgot to show some love,
forgot his 3 girls, given from above.

Bully’s them around, like dealing with men,
I’m talking about his loss; it comes along with sin.

I will pray for Chug, and his precious loss,
God still loves Chug, and God is still the boss.

Cuss them day and night; grab them by the throat,
threaten them with every word, he really gets my goat.

So many of us alone, and this man had three,
ladies in his life, here its just me.

I shouldn’t take it personal, these things he has done,
but this dude had 3 ladies, and I only want just one.

If I had me a lady, who was mine to keep,
in my life loving me, my feelings would be deep.

I'd never raise my voice, I'd try my very best,
treat them with respect, and love them all the rest.

I've heard this man cuss a child, like you might a dog,
but because of the booze, he’s living in a fog.

Doesn’t see the simple pleasures, in being loved by three,
if I just had me one, how pleased I would be.

I’m waiting on the lord; I want his choice for my life,
He’s going to give me a lady, and He will make my wife.

When I say Chug had three, a wife and two girls,
thought you knew what I meant, lots and lots of curls.

It's just that Chug is sending them, out with all the freaks,
his wife with her hair, and its all freshly streaked..

The world is a scary place, a family's all they’ve known,
a mom and a dad, a place to call their own.

But Chug took all that away, always at full throttle,
yelling and cussing, always had a bottle.

Scaring little girls, to even leave their room,
talk of getting married, and Chug will cuss the groom.

I've heard the man myself, calling babies names,
they are all so and so's, playing all their games.

Who hates a child, who has not yet learned to talk?
I'm talking about little kids, before they learn to walk.

I want nothing more, than for Chug to get saved,
but I’m afraid he’s lost his girls, for how he has behaved.

You reap what you sow; God' word is so true,
after all these years, what will chug do?

Who will he cuss, when he’s in the mood?
who will he frighten, who will he treat rude.

Pray for this family, you will feel Gods tug,
and lets pray for him, lets all pray for Chug.

And pray for the girls, lets pray for all three,
they don’t have their dad, but now they are free.

No more name calling, no more frightened nights,
no more roughing up, and they are done with fights.

Now they can come home, and not have to wonder,
If Chug is drinking, they might make a blunder.

Like being hungry, when he’s not ready for them to be,
you eat all the time, you blankity blank just eat like me.

Let me tell you about women, he says with a sneer,
there ain’t nothin' but -------, that’s what’s living here.

You get the point; they really need our prayers,
they have God"s love, they need to know God cares.

written by: steven a. cliche...8/17/04
7/17th air cav. pleiku, camp holloway
h. hqtrs co. AND, 61st assualt hel. co.
70...71...do the dew, anson bombers ...hi guys...what’s happening?


See Steves art work at his website, www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

One of your finast Steve....
happysmile

[steve]

Lord I know that normally, at this time I bow my head,
but the way I feel today, can I look at you instead?

Look in your eyes, and watch you look at me,
I’ll be standing reaching up, that is what you’ll see.

I always draw near you, when I’m feeling lost,
not from my salvation, I know you paid that cost.

Lost in this world, feeling so very alone,
I guess I am depressed, I know of this I’m prone.

Here in the world, I just have not been loved,
I have been abused, pushed, pulled, and shoved.

I handle it all right; most times I’m ok,
today let me look, its what I need today.

Hold me my father; please will you comfort me,
then I’ll get my peace back, I get that from thee.

I love you heavenly father, my God and my King,
I’m just scared today, and you can fix this thing.

You know me father; I am a loving son,
you are my God; you’re truly the only one.

Your spirit comforts me; I’m thanking you for that,
I need your spirit today; this is where I’m at.

Hold me father, like I was a small child,
help me calm down, help me be mild.

I have this tension, its built up inside again,
it happens every so often, on this I cannot win.

But through your strength, I’ve felt such victory,
and I thank you for that, I give you the glory.

I’m looking at you lord; my hands are lifted high,
please just comfort me; I don’t need to know why.

Let me gaze upon you, stand here in your light,
this is my favorite place; it’s going to be all right.

You’ve never let me down, not once in all this time,
but as for my life’s choices, these have been my crime.

Thank you lord Jesus, my lord of many names,
the prince of peace, he took away my shame.

Jesus he has made it, where I can come to you,
so when I am sad, this is what I do.

I’m standing here father, I can feel your love,
I’m being comforted, by the lord above.

You walked with Adam; his best was your goal,
today heavenly father, I’d like to take a stroll.

I’ll tell you where I’m hurting, as if you didn’t know,
and your smile will warm me, walking we will go.

To walk with my God, the creator by my side,
being with you, would fill my heart with pride.

Not pride in myself, I know Lord what I am,
I am a sinner, no need for any sham.

You’ve known me longer, even before I ever knew,
as I look at my God, I say I love my father too.

Thank you lord, for this time you’ve spent with me,
if I need to talk some more, I know lord where you’ll be.

You’ll be in my heart; I give my heart to thee,
and please take my soul, and all the rest of me.

But my holy father, my God who I adore,
I mean if you have the time, we could walk some more.

I know my conversation, till now has been the same,
every word I’ve said, has been praising your holy name.

I thank you lord; I’m feeling better from this,
time spent with God, is something more than bliss.

My heart has been lifted, I feel like I have somehow won,
and really all I did, was put my trust in your son.

When Jesus talks, people have to listen,
but if you don’t know him, man you are missin.

I asked him into my heart, it’s been years ago,
best decision I ever made, this is something I do know.

Hey did I ever tell you, what the Lord let me see,
we stopped on our walk, guess what he handed me,

One of those babies, that were killed before their birth,
now they are with God, he knows what they are worth.

And they all were happy; no matter they were small,
they are with Jesus, and everyone loves them all.

I saw many things, what happens on a walk with the lord,
when you walk with God, you’ll never ever be bored.

The things that I’ve been shown, are all from above,
the thing that stands out, it had to be the love.

written by: steve cliche...8/21/04

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[Trooper]

Steve

Amen!

"Jack" Learn
F troop 2/11 ACR 68-70

[dallee]

Not sure what you are doing Steve, but whatever it is it is working. Keep it up. Your poems are getting gooder and gooder bro.

[steve]

It’s two o’clock in the morning, been tired since ten,
I’m not going to sleep tonight, it’s happening again.

No rest for me, no la la land of dreams,
I’m afraid to fall asleep, it’s not what it seems.

It’s not just a sleepless night, listen friend to me,
I’m afraid of what I will hear, afraid of what I’ll see.

Afraid has become my world, this is where i live,
and oh by the way, I’ve tried what advise you give.

My life is really cool, I think I’m doing fine,
you have your problems, believe me I have mine.

My problem is not money; I don’t need that much,
but when I have those dreams, I am out of touch.

Wake up in a panic, from nights of long ago,
wont go in to details, you don’t really want to know.

I try to sleep; I lay there half the night,
then I just get up, later I’ll be all right.

After a night like this, or after maybe two,
I have to get into my meds, and take a couple blue.

Then I go to sleep, and my next day is a ruin,
but I know what works, its what I’ve been doin‘.

Yes I trust in God, on this I am not torn,
but even brother Paul, lived with a thorn.

This is my thorn, my dreams I have at night,
I’ll handle it again, then I’ll be all right.

When I wake up, from a dream filled with terror,
I sit on the edge of my seat; I sit there and stare

Then my heart slows down, my mind can start to think,
then my eyes relax, again they start to blink.

My eyes is where I feel the most, on the next day,
those meds are still in me, they have not gone away.

So I wait another day, to begin my life once more,
this is just my thorn, I actually know the score.

It brings me to my knees, this sleeping thing of mine,
after i talk to god, I probably feel just fine.

I have my problems, and you have some others,
but I have to ask, do you sleep well my brothers.

I never have, ever since I got back,
as for my sleeping, there’s been a definite lack.

Some of you are poor, not a bite to eat,
some have arthritis, severe pain in your feet.

Hands that no longer work, the way God intended,
all the pain did not stop, when it all just ended.

And wasn’t that far out, the way we were dismissed,
kinda like other stuff, without even being kissed.

I got off the plane, was wearing a pair of jeans,
was in San Francisco, its where my heart still leans.

I looked all around; I was just off the plane,
I felt like a monster, beginnings of my pain.

Went out to the place, I’d told my ride to be,
and there was Wilt Chamberlain, that’s who greeted me.

He said “how’s it going“, I said I’d just got back,
he was glad I made it, big, tall, and black.

He said goodbye, i said take it easy,
yea I was home all right, but my stomach felt so queasy.

Then they pulled up, the family that I’d begun,
all I could think was, I need some place to run.

But I got in the car, back then I had no prayer,
first words out my mouth, there’s that basketball player.

They all looked, it kinda broke the ice,
he was signing autographs, that was awful nice.

Then we pulled away, off to my new life,
sitting in the backseat, looking at my wife.

They all thought I was sick, I didn’t even know,
but when you lose 40 pounds, its really going to show.

Don’t you people know, where I’ve been at
and oh by the way, whys everyone so fat?

I didn’t really think that, it’s just my sense of humor,
like when Arnold said, it is not a tumor.

Back to my story, or am I done for now?
Now you know a little, about Wilt anyhow.

You folks take it easy, I say that a lot,
and I say God bless, a new saying I got.

written by: steve cliche...8/22/04

Steve is just as good with pencil and paint as he is with pen and ink. If you would like to see a sample of his drawings go to www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

At first I was glad, a Vietnam vet as the pres.
but I’m up to here, with what the man says.

Just because you’re a vet, don’t make you ready,
and at those airports, they need to check teddy.

Don’t think in the middle, of a terrorist war,
we need a new leader, thinks he knows more.

I’m not a big Bush fan, but he’ll get my vote,
not voting for a guy, just because of a boat.

If he would shut up, and come up with a plan,
quit trying to impress us, thinks he’s da man.

He don’t impress me, no matter how swift his boat,
if he would’ve just shut up, he’d have had my vote.

But I’m not voting, for old John Kerry,
bet killing those ladies, was really very hairy.

Bush is our leader, and we shouldn’t change,
in the middle of a war, that would be strange.

In Nam they did that, when you knew what to do,
in Nam that meant, time to go home for you.

So we always had, untrained people to lead,
in the middle of a war, it’s not what we need.

He got lots of medals, that he gave to his self,
one for a sunburn, its home on his shelf.

But it’s all ok, oh what the heck,
purple heart; sunburned on deck.

I’m sick of him, all his running Bush down,
on 9 11, Kerry wasn’t even around.

Oh but now, he’s Mr. big hero,
as far as my vote, he gets a huge zero.

I’m not voting, for the dude from the boat,
takes more than that, to get my vote.

At first it was cool, a vet as the pres,
he had to ruin it, by what he says.

Vote for Bush, that’s what I say,
I aint even voting, oh by the way.

written by: steve cliche...8/23/04

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[steve]

Hey everybody, what’s going down,
I’ve been away, not been around.

Is it true, Dale runs the site?
I kinda thought, that she might.

If she likes it, then it gets posted,
but if not, quickly gets roasted.

She told me, before I went away,
she’s gonna run this, she’ll have her day.

Said she’d do better, than what has been done,
I like this site; she thinks its no fun.

Said she was gonna, run the whole show,
do it her way, don’t you know.

I said Dale, are you sure this is right?
Dale said to shut up, I didn’t want to fight.

So I thought I should tell, that’s what I’m doing,
Dale's running amok, we’re all gettin a chewin.

She said to me, Steve this is my site,
and I will decide, what’s wrong or right.

I tried to talk, but she cut me off,
as for the rules, at these she does scoff.

She’s gonna do, what she’s gonna do,
and it don’t matter, about me and you.

What an attitude, what a bossy gal,
she runs the site, so she is my pal.

I’m scared of Dale, and her new attitude,
said she don’t care, if she seems rude.

Dale said, that I better get some backbone,
I just said, Dale, leave me alone.

She said Steve, do you want on this site?
I said uh huh, I do your right.

Then you better be cool; I’m in control,
I will take your name, right off the role.

Wow Dale, aren’t you my friend,
"all that Steve, came to an end".

Now it’s all, way up in the air,
shes takin over, don’t you people care?

Said if I leave, well that’s my loss,
and for now on, call her the boss.

Can she do this, how did it happen?
Orders she’s giving, she’s really snappin.

Not the same lady, not the same at all,
wants me to beg, wants us to crawl.

The boss said, if I want on the site,
then I better, treat her just right.

Will you folks, do me a favor,
Don’t tell her, I mentioned her behavior.

Now that she’s in charge, its what we get,
I’m scared of her, you are too I bet.

I better go, I’m off to town,
and you never know, when Dale’s around.

If she comes in, don’t say I was here,
I gotta go; I’m filled with fear.

Written by a very frightened: steve cliche...8/23/04

Steve draws some mighty prety pictures of a lot of different things. You can see some of his work at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

Kings who rule kingdoms, princes wait their turn,
people in low places, all these will burn.

Heaven is mine, its true it is there,
if you love Jesus, you have not a care.

Jesus can save you, I’m here to tell,
your own decisions, will send you to hell.

God gave his Son; he suffered for you,
you will accept that, or you’re going too.

This is no jest; I’m not kidding at all,
He paid for our sins, after our fall.

I just thank Him, and live my life,
he is the groom, we are the wife.

Make sure you have oil, to light his way,
He might come tonight, maybe today.

Or you can choose, to deny till the end,
and really miss out, on a very great friend.

And then there’s the lake, the one full of fire,
have you ever sinned, are you a liar.

The glory of god, do you fall short?
Are you stubborn, are you that sort.

The reason I ask, is that was me,
I fought his love, and it was so free.

But finally one night, I thought it all through,
I just asked, this is what you need to do.

He saved my soul, from all of that hell,
I am no longer, just an empty shell.

It will never end, the pain of that flame,
and 20 years from then, it will feel the same.

But forget hell; think what you’ll miss,
God’s arms around you, His holy kiss.

To be in the presence, of the creator of all,
I think I, will feel pretty small.

But think of this, how will it feel,
when your there, and see it’s so real.

No more sadness, no reason to grieve,
and to top it off, we never have to leave.

Ask God to save you, base it on Jesus,
it's all His plan, it’s there just to please us.

Don’t be in hell, burning forever,
let's go to heaven, let’s be together.

Sit with Jesus, have a good meal,
the thing I am saying, is its all real.

Creation of man, and his mate,
it's all in His word, isn’t that great.

Men always say, nothing’s for free,
well mine was, just look at me.

My eternal salvation, didn’t cost me a dime,
Jesus paid, I did the crime.

They rolled away the stone; He was not there,
He’s gone back to heaven, a love that is rare.

My God my savior, let them believe,
just this once, let them listen to Steve.

written by: yep>>>STEVE cliche...8/23/04


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[steve]

Bald people are fun; they have no hair,
can they remember, when some was there?

Round hard heads, I wonder why,
oh no, my bang is in my eye.

Just one bang, it used to be bangs,
in some inner cities, there’s bald guy gangs.

They roam the streets, looking for prey,
beat you up, yes they may.

Your chances are good, if you have hair,
they will give you, the bald guy stare.

If you’ve never, had the stare before,
I’ll bet you wont, ever want any more.

Those beady little eyes, shiny round head,
scare you to death, wish you were dead.

Its a well known fact, this is very true,
you can die, if bald guys stare at you.

Oh you didn’t know this, you were unaware?
well that might be, cause you got hair.

People with hair, think they are great,
don’t let a bald guy, catch you out late.

First he will stare, then he will charge,
ever notice, bald guys are large,

So when you’re out, and its blowin in the wind,
it's always better, to take a bald friend.

Then when the bald guys, come after you,
he can whip off his hat; "hey I’m bald too!"

That normally works, in the inner city,
but if it don’t, you have my pity.

Nothing worse, than a bald guys wrath,
it's a lot worse, if they have not had a bath.

One thing I think, that you need to know,
if you have hair, just don’t let it grow.

Then you’re safe, no matter who is near,
the bald guys love ya, the rest just fear.

So take a sharp razor, and shave your head,
this is what a wise bald guy, once said.

And anyway, who needs all that hair,
comb it over here, then it goes over there.

Or you would be safer; if you just stayed home,
then there’s no need, for even one comb.

No shampoo, no hair in the drain,
now that I think, hair's a real pain.

If you had just one hair, no others about,
then it was gone, you could say my hair fell out.

So when you shave, and make yourself bald,
you're being very wise, I know I just called…

…One eight hundred, I’m-losing-my-hair,
that’s the number, in case you care.

Another cool thing, about just one hair,
a lot of bald guys, wont realize its there.

You can hang out, be part of the gang,
but don’t let them find, your hidden bang.

If they do, if they find that one hair,
just say "oh wow, how’d that get there."

You might think, this is not fair,
you having to shave, all of your hair.

Do what you want, you have been warned,
but in the inner city, you will be scorned.

All the bald guys, and some of their friends,
will poke fun at, all your split ends.

Oh look, he’s got a head full of hair,
let's beat him up, umm right over there.

If you’re brave, not expecting a raid,
let three grow, and then have a braid.

But if you’re scared, like most of us are,
shave it all, you’ll be safer by far.

Do not listen, to this advice of mine,
you who have hair, thick, thin, or fine.

But like I said, on you I’ll have pity,
when you’re caught with hair, in the city.

These guys are tough, they really get down,
the inner city bald guys, with heads so round.

Don’t know where I’ll fit, but I’m half way there,
I've already lost, nearly half my hair,

written by: steve cliche...8/24/04

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[steve]

This is important, so listen well,
this is what, I’m about to tell.

I’m aware of this, oh yes,
this is evident, not a guess.

Now listen to this, it’s good,
this is a piece of wood.

This is a car, and this is not,
this is all we really got.

This is nice weather, this rain sucks,
this is a book, it’s about this truck.

This is mine; this is yours,
this is the way, through the doors.

This question I have, is about this,
till this is explained, this you’ll miss.

This is my life, this that you see,
this is a trip, but this is me.

This poem, this poem of mine,
it's about this, so this is fine.

If this wasn’t this guys hat,
this would fit, if this were like that.

But this doesn’t matter; this hat is ok,
this is the one, I’ll wear it this day.

I remember this, and I remember that,
but I’ll bet this, I’ll forget this hat.

Well this wasn’t so hard; I needed this friend,
this is done, so I guess this is the end.

This was written by: steve cliche.... this day of our lord...8/23/04

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[steve]

I know a lady, thinks she is a warrior,
hate to tell her, she’s more like tom sawyer.

Says she has PTSD, from a one day deal,
I guess you can get it, from a bad meal.

I believe its something, which happens over time,
prolonged terror, I'll drop the dime.

You don’t get PTSD, in a single afternoon,
if that’s the case, I’ll have more soon.

She says she’s a warrior, I think its not true,
talks about fighting, more than me or you.

All this talk, and that’s all it is,
don’t mean nothin, pop, bang, and fizz.

I said this, then I said that,
then we fought, that’s where she’s at.

It’s no big deal, just grinds on my nerves,
if someone gets offended, its what she deserves.

There are still warriors, in this land of mine,
if she wants to pretend, I think that is fine.

But don’t tell a vet, about your battle scar,
you're not a race driver, because you have a car.

Like I said, it’s not really a big deal,
but when she starts, it’s all I can feel.

She’s been shot at, and she’s shot back,
all I hear is, yak, yak, yak.

It was one time, didn’t go on over a year,
but she talks about it, glad she isn’t here.

It grinds on my nerves, like a real sharp file,
but I just look at her; all she sees is my smile.

I’m trying to be nice, keeping it to myself,
but her one story, needs to be on a shelf.

"I am a warrior", that's all she ever has to say,
I hope she don’t catch me, on a really bad day.

That’s when I’ll tell her, how silly it all sounds,
her in her jungles, dodging her rounds.

I’m very sorry, she had that one bad day,
but come on, it wasn’t war I say.

I've heard this crap, for so many years,
she always calls, on her day of fears.

I've got PTSD! I’m a real tough chick,
all I can say is, I’m getting sick.

Don’t want to say shut up, not too nice,
don’t want bad for her, well maybe head lice.

It just goes all over me, every single time,
do you know what I mean, in this rhyme?

Kill, kill, kill, that’s easy to say,
you're not a warrior, just from one day.

Grinding, and grinding, I can hear the crunch,
she thinks its cool, I've got a hunch.

Girls should be girls, not pretend to be more,
they are awesome, without all the war.

Just be a lady, without all the lies,
that’s what they are, please hear my cries.

Don’t say that, please say no more,
please stop saying, you’ve been to war.

You had a bad day, and it was years ago,
you're not a warrior from it, this I do know.

If you see her, ask her to please quit,
well now you know, guess this is it.
written by: steve cliche 8/25/04

[steve]

There’s just as many clubs, as there are spades,
when I play poker, I always wear my shades.

You shuffle the cards, see how they fall,
bet on a straight, but don’t bet it all.

If you’re the dealer, your chances increase,
but don’t get caught, if you want peace.

If you get a good hand, don’t let it show,
don’t bet a lot, or they will all know.

There’s as many hearts, as there were spades,
luck is flimsy, it almost always fades.

Then there’s the diamonds, my favorite suit,
if they are all diamonds, that is a hoot.

When you’re playin, and you win a hand,
keep your face, very very bland.

It’s called a poker face, I have mine,
but if I lose, that is fine.

Don’t get in the game, if you can’t stand to lose,
there’s only 52 cards, for you to use.

If you lose on one hand, don’t drop out,
you can win on the next, that’s what it’s about.

The luck of the draw, you have a clean slate,
It’s also a great CD, by Bonnie Raitte.

Just hold your cards, and keep a straight face,
and hope there’s no guns, layin around the place.

Some people have a tendency, to get mad if they lose,
this is one thing in poker, which I will use.

I’ll watch your face, and if I see red,
I’ll raise my bet, man you are dead.

You’ll get mad, go off like a rocket,
I’ll walk out, with your cash in my pocket.

Well the game is over; I’m out of here,
I probably won, cause I drank no beer.

You’re all drunk, and I’m really not,
All your money, is what I got.

I’m in my car; I’m almost ready to leave,
oh wow, there’s something up my sleeve.

How did these aces, get way up here?
I say with a laugh, and almost a tear.

No wonder I won, oh what the heck,
up my sleeve, was another deck.

I should feel bad, but I don’t,
I’m a winner, so I just won’t.

If they were not drunk, they would have seen,
my extra aces, that’s what I mean.

This extra money, will help alright,
and there’s another game, next Friday night.

But don’t worry, I'll play fair,
maybe a king, hidden in my hair.

If you’re a drinker, and my shirt has a sleeve,
either stop drinkin, or don’t play with Steve.

written by: steve cliche...8/26/04

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[steve]

Guns were on the agenda, bullets would fly,
we were pissed, we all knew why.

They had attacked, in the dead of night,
they do that a lot, avoid the light.

Mortars, and rockets, tested our men,
and we lost, although we did win.

Lost our chaplain, a very wise man,
there to encourage, best he can.

Now he’s gone, just like so many,
now they will pay, and we include any.

They tested our nerve, now well test them,
why of us all, did it have to be him.

It isn’t the religion; it was his heart,
always there, he did his part,
.
He will be missed, to no end,
he was our chaplain, and our friend.

While I was guarding, our ammo dump,
like a low class version, of Forrest Gump.

I let my brothers, steal cases of red flares,
the chapal was on high ground, so we had built stairs.

We climbed one night, way up to the top,
a hundred red flares, pop, pop, pop, ................pop....ha

Laying in the tall grass, so were not seen,
up walks this major, the chaplain I mean.

He looked up at the sky, and all the red flares,
all he got back were, five guilty stares.

The chaplain said, hey guys, that’s right on,
we never spoke, trying to get gone.

But I'll never forget, this man with true pity,
the way he looked up, said boys that’s real pretty.

Never said a word, to us about that night,
I think the man, just liked the light.

So we're going out, bullets will fly,
and now you all know, exactly why.

in memory of the chaplain...written by: steve cliche
8/26/04


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[steve]

Oh what wonder, she gently weaves,
in her house, of blue leaves.

Rays of light, with colors clear,
she's softy singing, in your ear.

Passing your eyes, you can't explain,
there seems to be, a light red rain.

Are those just lights, they seem to fly,
this is different, I wonder why.

I'm in a house, one that I can touch,
made of blue leaves, I know that much.

Went in the kitchen, its up that ridge,
more blue leaves, are in the fridge.

But look at the colors, reflections in glass,
I see myself, everytime i pass.

I'm in the glass, and im trying to look out,
oh look a band, marching all about.

Some in green, then more in yellow,
there's even that one, purple fellow.

The flashing lights, the waving hands,
flashes of fire, huge rubber bands.

The guy in purple, dont play, he weaves,
made the uniforms, and all the blue leaves.

He's in the band, he marches too,
if you look close, hes weaving for you.

You'er in the band, you are brand new,
and you need a uniform, in leaves of blue.

Oh, you didn't see the sign, just pointin at you,
the one that said, leaves of blue>>>>>

Oh you came in, just to use our phone,
and now the lights, wont leave you alone.

You should have knocked, or gave a shout,
we would have told: there's no way out.

I've been here, thirty two years,
it's ok here, watch your ears.

They came right off, then jumped back on,
I saw that happen, to a man named ron.

Then one day, ron just in tears,
sittin there crying, without any ears.

This house were in, it's not that bad,
that's not food, there's a good ladd.

Hey stick with me, I'll show you around,
over there, thats the pound.

There aint no dogs, but they do have a cat,
late last year, they gave it a rat.

The rat was green, mean and kickin ,
that old cat, gave it a lickin.

Then they played checkers, like they should,
the cat was awesome, the rat was good.

In this room, you found the kitchen,
the blue leaves, will leave you itchin.

Oh you will scratch, scratch up and down,
I only come out, when no leaves are around.

Don't talk to him, he ate out of the bowl,
if you do that, youll turn into a troll.

There's my room, it has an up stairs,
my mattress is filled, with fluffy nose hairs.

I picked them out, all through these years,
and as years went by, some from my ears.

That's your room, you have a window,
on stormy days, it's where we all go.

We wait and wait, for the day,
she's struck by lightning, on her way.

But oh what wonder, she gently weaves,
in this ~ her house, made of blue leaves.

written by: steve cliche...8/30/04

[steve]

I’m writing this about my bike, it really deserves a good poem,
it's like one solid piece now, and that piece is all chrome.

I got my Harley in 84; she was a sweet young lass,
fully dressed lots of chrome, she just needed gas.

I think its part of the reason, that my wife flew the coup,
she was jealous of my bike, that’s the real straight scoop.

I’m kinda crackin up here, laughing at what I have just thought,
she started going out on me, soon after she was bought.

This is getting confusing, for you and for me,
I'll have to use their names, this I can see.

You can call her D.; she wouldn’t like me using her name,
if I slip and call her Darla, to me it’s all the same.

D. didn’t like poor Raylee; yes I named my bike,
and then there was me, another thing she didn’t like.

Raylee got her name, cause hippie had a baby,
wont use her name, might say Amanda maybe.

Raylee was so cute, and hippie’s pretty fine too,
so I named my bike Raylee, what else could I do?

Thirteen hundred and forty, eighty cubic inch,
Raylee’s so beautiful; she made me lose my wench.

D. was always jealous, I’m talking totally whacked,
then she leaves me, and marries a dude named jack.

That’s not his real name, I’ve been down that track,
I’ll tell you what it is though, it really is jack.

Anyway she left me, I’m still talking about D.
all of a sudden I realized, Raylee was still with me.

So I went with my emotions, I just let it flow,
and I became me again, became someone I know.

I rode with everyone, I even started a club,
my ole lady left me, I’m no longer the hub.

She got an attorney, saved 14 grand I had it still.
that’s what I said to the lawyer, he’d be lucky to get his bill.

So we listed our assets, law dude said I didn’t mention my bike,
I told him he was right, so you do what you like.

I'd already said, she could pick either home,
and there was Raylee, smilin lots of chrome.

Gave D. the choice of cars, and you all know what she did,
and I raised my boys, each and every kid.

The kids loved Raylee, she’s how we got around,
she’s a beautiful lady, real low to the ground.

At times for whatever reason, I’d have to go to their school,
and when Raylee shook their windows, they thought that was cool.

All the other kids, said man your dad is kool,
but I was a real dad, and this dad was no fool.

Everything they did, here would be me and Raylee,
we would go find them, they respected me.

I love my bike, but I’d burn her for them boys,
Raylee's been a blast, Christian, and Aaron were my joys.

So now you know more, about my bike than you did,
and you know that I loved, each and every kid.

Oh yea, about hippie, the one with Raylee,
Rachel’s her sister, like a sister to me.

Raylee is a beautiful bike, we live in the sticks,
but Amanda, and her sister, are a couple of hot chicks.


written by: steve cliche...8/27/04
D. was a good wife for many years.
Hippie's got a Harley.....beans.... cool beans :superhapp

[steve]

What is more, and what is less,
this line is more, that’s my guess.

So if I write another, that is more,
a one-line poem, what’s it for?

Well there’s two more; I’m doing it,
but this might be, all you get.

I can do more, but it’s a mess,
if I didn’t, that would be less.

So here I sit, thinking of lines,
what rhymes with lines, oh umm fines.

I kinda cheated, on that last verse,
I could have stopped, but less is worse.

I’m still going, I’m writing a poem,
just like, umm where the buffalo roam.

Yea that’s it, another line down,
now I’m glad, I stuck around.

I can do this; there is no fence,
cause it don’t have to even make sense.

I've been set free, I’ll say whatever,
like how do whales, stay together.

Or I could say, hey dude what’s up,
can I use, your coffee cup?

That line rhymed, so it counts,
these lines here, in vast amounts.

Hi little baby, she’s six years old,
belongs to a friend, so I've been told.

She might have got her, at a garage sale,
I guess she’s a girl, cause she’s not a male.

They giggle the same; there is that,
their eyes look the same, when they see a rat.

Bricks stacked up to the sky,
none put there, by you or I.

And the baby says, "I love you mommy,
you know at recess, I was kissed by Tommy..."

Momma chokes, and she turns red,
there’s no air, gettin in her head.

Not knowing what to say, besides, oh ah,
"…and mommy, I was also kissed by Noah."

Look it’s the fair, on a very special day,
the sky’s so blue, with clouds by the way.

White and blue, all for you,
I’m of a different color, you are too.

So do the dishes, you funny long eared, land grabbin, dag nab carpet baggin scallllly wags, why I’ll.......

Sorry about that, I went astray,
it's not like, I've got anything to say.

I never speak of rabbits; I have no reason,
speaking of wabbits, its alwees wabbit season.

Don’t change that dale, I meant it to say alwees,
that’s what Elmer says, paid his wabbit fees.

Think about Elmer, always on the hunt,
was the ugly duckling, also the runt.

If I looked at puppies, I'd pick up the smallest,
poor widdle puppy, never the tallest.

Cause the waves crash, on their own accord,
they are never at rest, they splash aboard.

take down that sail, and some other nautical words that i cant think of, like for instance, sea shells, islands , reefs, ropes, mast , aye ladds, coming aboard, batten down the main hatch mr. christian, and put us on a course south , south west, heave ho ladds, treasure, wenches, and rum , aye the rum ladds, and wenches, AYE, and the islands. Coconuts as big as .......

Sorry, I lost my train of thought,
this is all, this poets got.

I’m done, nothing to say,
it's over, end of the day.

No more rhymin, no more of that,
the very last line, that’s where I’m at.

Yep that was it, the very last line.
if I do say so, I think it went fine.

Why it were a line, make a momma proud.
and you just remember, I said it out loud.

Not really out loud, I’m typing it out,
but that other line’s, what this one's about.

I’m tryin to stop; this needs to end,
ever notice, women loveeeeeeeee to spend.

Thus the sayin, ‘shop till you drop’,
was it a man, who named the lollipop?

Or was the lollipop, made at the zoo,
something I’d love to see, hippos do.

A whole bunch of hippos, holdin little sticks,
so me and you, can get our licks.

Poor poor little hippos, I’m so upset,
and what is up with the trail snails leave?

That didn’t rhyme, and I just let it slide,
I mean, like what are they going to do to me? send me to Nam? Oooooh I’m sooooo scared.

But I digress, in this poem of nonsense,
love the view, let’s build a fence.

Beautiful bubbles, that we like to pop,
octagon signs, where we have to stop.

Imagine Davy Crockett, and Daniel Boone,
Davy there’s the sign; we have ta stop preety soon.

I’m sick of it, I’m tired and confused,
I’m sick of it all, why I’m bein used!

Oh now I see, I see the whole thing,
you want, a diamond ring.

Is that a song, and is this real butter,
and this is the last word, I will utter.

written by : steve cliche ....9/4/04

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[steve]

I’m aware of you; I know how you feel,
your not alone, your dreams are real.

It means a lot, I listen to your speech,
it's beautiful to me, out of my reach.

But to just look, to see it your way,
you’ve shown me things, made my day.

I know I’m aware, of your love,
we would fit, just like a glove.

I see through your eyes, it’s all so clear,
come over to me, please come near.

I need your warmth; your heat is mine,
come a little closer, it will be fine.

Ill be good; ill be your friend,
but I'll love you, till the end.

I've been waiting, just for you,
seems to me, you’ve waited too.

Is this love, this desperate need?
when its you, I feel a greed.

Want you more, deep in my heart,
I've loved you, from the start.

Every day, when I wake,
there’s a felling, I can’t shake.

A very deep longing, for what you are,
I've been watching, from afar.

I know you love me, on this id bet,
you’d love me more, if we had met.

If you had looked, in my eyes,
if you had heard, all my sighs.

You would know, my love is true,
com'ere baby, I really want you.

We'd be perfect, an excellent pair,
you over here, and me right there.

I'll care for you, all your desires,
I will quench, your burning fires.

Romance for us, its here in our laps,
we won’t lose it, to all the traps.

We’ll stick together, and ride out the storms,
married in our hearts, without the forms.

And when you wake, and those eyes open,
ill be waiting , my heart hoping .

Every single day, when you get up,
well sit together, drink a cup.

Start our day, just you and me,
It’s going great, wait and see.

A team of lovers, with hearts aglow,
and just us two , will really know.

Others will see, oh it will show,
but only us will really know.

You and me, and what we feel,
see baby , your dreams were real.

written by: steve cliche....9/5/04

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[steve]

I won't say her name, then again I just may,
but in her name, are an m , a, and k.

She's, oh about this big, just right for her age,
and at certain times, her mom wants her in a cage.

The bus pulls up here, but the trolls don't care,
they cross the street, and act wild over there.

The one I won't mention, I'll just call "THE BABY",
she doesn't like that, well a little maybe.

Anyway, the baby, looks up at mommy,
"Across the street, is where I want to be".

Mom says "no baby, you just stay here,
lets do things right, it's the trolls I fear".

"Do you want to be seen, as a troll too?"
Thats what moms, are supposed to say to you.

But as the baby stands there, being so sweet,
the trolls look kinda silly, on the wrong side of the street.

It's like people who say, hey I'm all wet,
if you stand in the rain, that's what you get.

Thinking to herself, the baby starts to realize,
that in a lot of ways, she sees through moms eyes.

The baby's growing up, shes using her brain,
she's not all wet, came in out of the rain.

And there stand the trolls, with mud up to here,
look that one, even has some in her ear!

And the baby gets on the bus, and gets to school,
and all day long, she just looks cool.

Everyone laughed so hard, it was funny to hear,
when in the middle of class, mud fell out of her left ear.

The baby was laughing, it was real funny to see,
but she was also, thinking of Mommy.

And as for the trolls, and them breakin every rule,
they stood in rain, cleanin mud off shoes at school.

There's one more thing, the baby bowls about 90,
not bad for a baby, one that's so teeny tiny.

I'm here to tell you, you can always figure,
you'll find the baby, bouncin like Tigger.

Bounce, bounce, bounce, look mom look,
then later she's quiet, and they read a book.

This poem's about the baby, not me or you,
but I did want to mention, I like to read too.

That's how I first met Bilbo, and all the dwarfs too,
the books were better, than the movie seen by you.

The baby reads, sometimes to her mom,
and by then, they both feel calm.

It's been a long day, with the bouncin and all,
and sleep is where, the baby will fall.

written by Steve Cliche....8/29/2004

Some of Steve's drawings can be seen at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com) .

[steve]

I'm gettin so mad, this is my wish,
be nice to the baby, all you goldfish.

Flap flap flappin, all on the floor,
don't mess with the baby, anymore.

You could get stepped on, that's no crap,
then you won't be able to flap.

Leave her alone, or ur all dead meat,
can't be mean, just cause she's sweet.

Actually you can, so you go ahead,
but don't blame me, when you're dead.

One mass killin, all in a row,
better be nice, don't ya know.

If I had a grenade, I would lob it,
being hateful, to a poor little hobbit.

She has plenty, on her plate already,
leave her alone, my aim is steady.

She has trolls, they live very near,
poor little hobbit, and her so dear.

Go ahead, you all are just fish,
someday you'll be dinner, on a dish.

I wont say it again, it needs to stop,
you'll be on the floor, trying to flop.

She is sweet, like momma taught her,
has a real sword, that I bought her.

So if you choose, to be mean instead,
she will just, chop off your head.

Better be nice, she knows her stuff,
you stupid fish, have been mean enough.

Poor little hobbit, lost in the gloom,
oh i see, it's the living room.

I heard a squish, was that one of you,
I told you all, what I would do.

Just this once, you need to heed,
a little water, is what you need.

Then you can swim, and baby will be fine,
or you can be mean, and on you we will dine.

Oh I'm sorry, I stepped on you,
oops, I stepped on you too.

Be nice to the baby, be more prayerful,
and when I walk, I'll be more careful.

written by: steve cliche...9/2/04

See some of Steve's artwork at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/) .

[steve]

The wind did blow, and it was so wet,
should the wind stop, oh no not yet.

It holds you down, keeps you in place,
like gentle kisses, on your face.

The storm inside, is about to break,
what it gives, I’m here to take.

Wanting more, to give in return,
a lover of wind, it’s easy to learn.

The wind has power, combined with rain,
it will wash over, and remove the pain.

Pull up the covers, staying so warm,
like two lovers, in a raging storm.

Seeking shelter, out from the wet,
in this storm, loves what you get.

Let it rain, I want it some more,
what does this rain, have in store.

Like two moons, moving the tides,
this storm, is so full of rides.

Up then down, always the breeze,
a passive wind, like on its knees.

A kiss of wind, clouds like blonde hair,
when it passes, I'll want it there.

To feel its caress, on its way through,
makes me think, of times with you.

When it returns, and it’s at full force,
I'll want more rain, want it all of course.

I love it on me, or to hear the sound,
hear the wind moan, all around.

Like a branch, on a windowpane,
easy to fall in love, with the rain.

As it builds, lightning lit roads,
that is when, the storm explodes.

Its been building, the entire night,
now my wind, the time is right.

You’ve been moving me, made me sway,
now I want storms, every single day.

Thunder like moans, lightning like lips,
lights the hills, like curving hips.

Its slowing now, it’s letting up,
it has filled, my loving cup.

Lightning flashing, now far away,
I can’t hear, what it has to say.

Its like the storm, has fallen asleep,
ahhh but the memories, these I'll keep.

What a night, what a scary feeling,
your whole world, rocking and reeling.

I love the rain, the fresh warm smell,
she has a name, I cannot tell.

written by: steve cliche...9/7/04

You can see the same captured emotion in some of
Steve's artwork at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com) .

[steve]

A nine mm pistol, one under each arm,
makes a man feel, safe from any harm.

One for the bad guys, one for the crooks,
one just for people, who give dirty looks.

When I’m down town, in a very bad part,
don’t try to mug me, that wouldn’t be smart.

Better go pick, a more gentle minded guy,
or you’ll end up, my finger in your eye.

Just one finger, in the right place,
now look at the tough guy, look at your face.

You came to hurt, and possibly harm,
didn’t even consider, what was under my arm.

Oh I see, now you’re all scared,
before my gun, you never cared.

But now you’re beggin, please please mister,
now Mr. tough guy, sounds like a sister.

When I get dressed, I grab a fresh shirt,
and then I think; a gun or two shouldn’t hurt.

So in they go, they fit me like new,
there’s one for me, and this one's for you.

If your out, to hurt a small kid,
I'll be there, one out, one hid.

I don’t reload, if you want to shoot back,
I've got another, just for you jack.

Went to a gun store, I saw them there,
told the dude, ill take the pair.

I’m not a bully, I’m here to have peace,
but your stupidity, at times doesn’t cease.

And if you’re a redneck, you and your pal,
feel like kickin butt, I will call foul.

I'll wave at you, and you’ll under stand,
hey bubba, is that a gun in his hand?

Guns are bad, we don’t need to be armed,
but then again, we don’t need to be harmed.

Get up early, eat your lucky charms,
but you need to consider, what’s under my arms.

Like that big dude, who got in my car,
out came a gun, we didn’t go far.

If he needed a ride, he should have said that,
way before, he got in and sat.

Stuck it in his face, right about there,
I've got these bullets; I’m willing to share.

Get out of my car, and I’m talkin now,
hurry man, before the pow.

Was I supposed to be scared, from your talk?
now you don’t have a ride, you have to walk.

He was huge, a very large man.
but he got out, faster than I can.

Now you take that guy, and what might have been,
I was just fine, put my gun back again.

I’m not sayin, you need to carry a gun,
cause I carry two, I'll loan you one.

Because of the laws, you go without a gun,
so only the bad guys, are going to have one.

If they walk in, and say give me your money,
If I’m there, this could be kinda funny.

I'll tap his shoulder, say into his face,
you should have picked, another place.

These are my friends, not friends for you,
yes I see your gun, but I have two.

One for you, and the other for me,
if I’m feelin good, I might have three.

Think about this, all you bad men,
and if you see my car, don’t get in.

written by: steve cliche...9/8/04

... and this guy draws pictures of little fairy's and gnomes and stuff...... really... see for yourself at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[steve]

I walked away from God, he just watched me go,
I would be back, this my God did know.

I didn’t walk far, before I heard a quiet voice,
Steve my son, is this really a wise choice?

It took a few days, and some very restless nights,
now I've come back, its all been set to rights.

Like a loving father, he gently called my name,
when I’d hear his whisper, I just felt shame.

I owe him so much, more than they could give,
and this is really, the way I love to live.

I am He Who Walks In Sand, but I like two sets of prints,
so I turned around, after about 500 hints.

I didn’t get far, it just felt far away,
and now I’m at the beginning, of a brand new day!

It’s me and the lord, walking in the sand,
Jesus is smiling, because I took a stand.

The last few days, I've thought of lots of stuff,
then when I came back, he said, it took you long enough.

Now my son, lets take a very long walk,
you will listen, while I am going to talk.

you heard me speaking, you did not heed my hints,
if you turn around and look, there’s a single set of prints.

That’s where you walked away, but I kept on going,
you were feeling weak, it was already showing.

You just needed time, in your mind to deal,
I knew you’d be back, cause I know how you feel.

You love your walk with me; I love you being here,
I like to see our footprints, walking so very near.

At times they overlap, that’s when I reach for you,
I hug my son, then they go back to two.

It’s a long walk, I know this my son,
many many choices, you just made one.

It was hard for you, this choice you have made,
but I knew you’d be here, your love will not fade.

We are a team, you Steve, and I,
I give you strength, choices are why.

Now look at our prints, you who walks in sand,
love the lord thy God, in this I demand.

When you are tempted son, more than you can bare,
just know in your heart, I am still right there.

Just like this morning, as I went out to walk,
I heard my sons voice, father can we talk.

Now it’s all behind us, he who walks in sand,
I like your new name, its sin I can’t stand.

Listen now my son, this I want to say,
they are all lonely; love is hard this day.

You try to impress, the people you are near,
but it’s only there own voice, that's what they hear.

People are sinners, every one I’ve met,
and I know them all, on this you may bet.

So don’t waste your time, you’re fine who you are,
just be my Steve, and we will walk so far.

You are my son, you have nothing to prove,
love the lord your God, move when I say move.

This is a rough spot, here take my hand,
I love you, He Who Walks In Sand.

written by: Steve cliche....9/9/04

If you like his poetry, you will be amazed at his drawings.
visit www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/) .

[dallee]

What a wonderful glimpse of God's loving chastisement. We all stray from time to time and hear that little voice, feel that shame. Thank you, Steve for showing us that God does not turn from us then, He just keeps walking, like a loving Father, watching and waiting for us to catch up.

It is good to have you back where you belong.

[dallee]

Welcome to pmimchat beachbaby, thank you for your post. We want you to feel welcome here and look forward to seeing more from you.

[ajusmc]

Welcome to Beach Baby, may you enjoy your stay and your visits

[JOAN]

JEST WANTED TO SAY:
Welcome to Beach Baby,

[Trooper]

Welcome Beach Baby

Come on in the waters fine.

[dallee]

:superhapp Thanks so much for that Steve,


for anyone who wonders he is referring to my daughter and we just love to attention he showers on us. It is so nice to know someone thinks of you throughout the day.

[dallee]

:superhapp

Again Thank you for helping me over those little mommy humps. We all need to see that someone else is paying attention when you tell them about what is happening in your life.

[steve]

I stood on solid ground, then it seemed to shake,
we had been attacked, that was their mistake.

Now all over the world, were hunting killers down,
I just hope we stay the course, till they all are found.

And to all the lonely folks, who lost their mom or dad,
I just want you to know, I’m sorry that your sad.

The ones who lost a child, on that shaky day,
just want you to know, it’s for you we pray.

We know that you miss them, but you’ll see them again,
and as for this war on terror, this is one we'll win.

On a bright sunny day, in those beautiful twin towers,
we were woke up, and they will feel our powers.

I don’t believe in war, unless we’ve been attacked,
but as for the terrorist, I'd even like a crack.

What can I say to you, as this day begins?
I know you remember, their smiles and their grins.

But they were my fellow citizens, members of our clan,
and we will miss them all, every woman, child, or man.

We ask you Lord on this sad day, help us to get by,
help us to remember, and its ok to cry.

Tears of all our pain, these we gladly shed,
and on this sad day, we honor all the dead.

Some of us need answers; some have figured it out,
it boils down to sin, that’s really what it’s about.

Jesus said they’d hate us, as they hated him,
they won’t get by with it, those chances are so slim.

If they live there lives, and never see the light,
God will sort it out, and He is always right.

It was nine eleven, in two thousand one,
you lost your daughters; you lost your son.

I’m so very sorry, cant say that enough,
you keep your chin up, continue to be tough.

It is your strength, that has kept us strong,
and as a whole country, we will right this wrong.

We were all there, even if we weren’t,
we all looked on, as our towers burnt.

We sat in our homes, all across this land,
this was the day, America took a stand.

Even though it hurt, and we were all in shock,
it brought us together, solid like a rock.

To all those who died, I say to you right now,
you will be remembered, in this we do know how.

You brought us together, we thank you for that,
on this sad day, you’re where our hearts are at.

They are reading your names, and the list just goes on,
Cindy, Larry, and Ben, and the parents of Shawn.

We're hearing your names, and I’m glad that we are,
It’s a great reminder, that you’re not very far.

You have not left us, you are all still right here,
it’s for your loved ones, that I shed this tear.

Ok I've said my piece, now you rest in yours,
they have woke us up, now they hear our roars.


written by: steve cliche....9/11/04

[steve]

...................Shut Up ! ..............................
:hurt:


written by: steve cliche 9/12/04

[dallee]

Very original

It doesnt rhyme yet it has a certain appeal in it's simplicity.

Normally meant to anger, the way it stands alone it brings a certain retrospective innocence to the artists statement.

I believe it stands as a piece that will weather well with time.

I would like to purchase it.

[steve]

Cool man, that’s what we used to say,
and groovy, and hey man hey.

We were in the 60s, up in San Fran,
that’s where I was, as a young man.

I’m writing this to tell you, a bit of who I am,
oh I can put up a front, but it’s all a sham.

I grew up in boys homes, was no mom and dad,
but it's all just life, I’m not really mad.

Like when they read the list, who was going to Nam,
all my life was like that, so I was very calm.

I was abused, before they paid attention,
spent month after month, living in juvenile detention.

I would hit the street, and that’s where I’d live,
I would take no more, all that THEY could give.

Never met my mom, never saw her face,
before I turned one, there was not a trace.

Dad being dad, he never kept a photo,
but what the heck, it’s always been my motto.

The 1st dear step mom, she had this thing she'd do,
she would sit and drink, and you would sit there too.

And as a little kid, if we dared to sleep,
she would use this belt, the welts you would keep.

As she got drunker, and our eyes would shut,
we would get that belt, but not on the butt.

If it wasn’t the belt, you would feel her knuckle,
I really hated, being hit with the buckle.

She was making us wait, till our dad closed the bar,
then drove from San Fran, in his fancy car.

Then she'd tell her story, and dad would beat us more,
we had school in the morning, didn’t they know the score?

So listen everybody, you all remain calm,
this all happened, way before Nam.

You don’t understand me; it’s always been that way,
I think I’m screwed up, I’m living day to day.

Don’t try to figure, what makes this guy tick,
you’ll run into a wall, very very quick.

I've got this shell; I’ve had it since a kid,
when I was little, this is where I hid.

Now I’m a man, people get out of my way,
It’s the way I look, not what I say.

I love people; I get this from above,
cause this world, has never shown me love.

There’s a bit more, of who Steve really is,
not that it’s really, any of your biz.....ha


written by: steve cliche...9/11/04

Steve's artwork is a little reflective of the odd beauty that comes
from such pain. Check it out at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[steve]

thank you dallee, i see you have an eye for art. i thought on this one for many hours before i got it just right. its nice to have ones work appreciated. at first i just had, .....shut....but i didnt have it posted , because it was just lacking that certain flare. ah , but then i had a brainstorm. i thought , i wonder what it would sound like if i wrote up at the end. and BLAM, it was perfect.....yes , you may purchace it. you know how to contact me. thank you again.......now.......just.......please..........S HUT UP......love steve

[dallee]

Steve my friend,
We are all screwed up in a lot of ways. Each from their own experiences. Your life and the way you have turned out set a shining example of Christ's ability to change the unchangable. Each day I turn over something new to Him. Sometimes I go back and pick it up and have to turn it over again. We all do. We do it each day, the best we can. You have written my life in some of your poems. I can hear my voice when you say "father can we talk" and I can feel His hand take mine while you walk along and listen.

Try to figure you out? Never..... It would ruin the surprise !!

Oh and as for getting out of your way ... don't count on it.

[JOAN]

You don’t understand me; it’s always been that way,
I think I’m screwed up, I’m living day to day.
steve james said that's what most uf us old vet's do
day by day one step at a time...
by the way james also said he saw part of him sele in this one..
thank you hand in there
jest for the heck of it james want's me to post this for you
kind of tell you a bit about james

"NOW HEAR BE A LITTLE DIDDIE I RITE'S A BIT BACK SOME TIME.....
"I CALLS IT "V.A. THE SYSTEM AND ME"
AND IT GOS LIKE THIS.

WHEN I WAS A LAD BOUT 23 VIET NAM WAS A CALLIN ME
BEIN TA PRODE MARINE I AM I WENT TA LAND CALLED VIET NAM!!!!

DANG ME DANG THEY OUTTA TAKE A ROPE AND HANG ME
HANG ME FROM A TALL Olk TREE
V.A. DON'T GIVE A DAME BOUT ME.

semper fi bro.

[steve]

Here comes Steve, lets ask him,
After we eat, can we swim?

Thinking quickly, here’s what I said,
well of course, if you haven’t eaten lead.

But if you have, and inside you got em,
you’ll sink fast, straight to the bottom.

Wow they said, I’m glad we asked him,
his brothers Swedish, Steve calls him Yim.

Then there was the witch, gave Steve her book,
then got mad, when he wouldn’t even look.

Left in a huff, with tears in her eyes,
Steve gave her the gospel, told no lies.

Then Laura came back, to talk to Steve,
he talked again, and again she did leave.

This time no anger, but a lot more tears,
Steve filled the witch, with more than fears.

Two weeks went by, Laura came in again,
hey Steve, I repented of my sin.

Laura got saved, from being told by a biker,
and you know what, I really grew to like her.

She had worn a pentagram, on her finger,
well it was gone, it did not linger.

Then there was Bill, heart surgeon his dad,
it took three weeks, to reach that lad.

But you know God; he’s very persistent,
Bill got saved, Steve was insistent.

Bill’s mom said to Steve, I was starting to grieve,
was losing my son, then along came Steve.

I worked five years, at the VAMC,
lots of those guys, listened to me,

Five sad vets, held my hand,
and prayed to God, then took a stand.

Some got mad; after all they were sick,
but they need to hear it, for it to stick.

I used to work concerts, love rock and roll,
and yes even there, God had control.

There was this guy, with satanic tattoos,
witnessed to him, while hearing the blues.

Laura wasn’t the only witch, I've spoken to,
if you meet one, its what you should do.

God’s word is true, His word He always keeps,
talkin to witches, kinda gives Steve the creeps.

Why am I telling, you all of this,
there’s something about Steve, I think you have missed.

I’m a Christian too, and I’m very busy,
I've given the gospel, till I am dizzy.

There are people who will listen, to a guy like me,
and then others, who will listen to thee.

I’ve met cowboys, who tell bowlegged people,
if you want to witness, don’t look for a steeple.

Those guys are saved; they have already been told,
go find some witches, you have to be bold.

For I am not ashamed, of the gospel of Christ,
there’s your salvation, live it, its nice.

You can quote scripture, till your blue in the face,
but in your life, I don’t see a trace.

Learn to live, what you’ve learned to say,
let God lead you, on your way.

Don’t just know, but never tell,
there’s too many, going to hell.

Haven’t you noticed, how proud sinners are?
Be proud of God, His word will go far.

I like to joke, and I still play a lot,
but don’t be thinkin, that’s all I got.

If you don’t get me, hey that’s ok,
I’m a Christian too, just wanted to say.


written by: steve cliche....9/12/04


If you like his words you will love his drawings
see them at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[steve]

Everyone in the family, got a knife from Jim,
but oh no not me, not from him.

Stepdaddy got one, his was brand new,
just ask Jim, he'll get you one too.

Its just me, he doesn’t buy for,
I’m quite sure, he probably has more.

He got Dylan one, man what a guy,
even that don’t make, him a samurai.

He goes out, buys all these knives,
I hope Jim gets, a bad case of hives.

Little itchy bumps, all over his neck,
and a few on his back, what the heck.

Its what he gets, for being so cheap,
got one for all, his pockets were deep.

But even at the bottom, not a dime for me,
I look around, its nothing I see.

That’s what he got me, a big fat zero,
my little brother, he’s my hero.

He thinks of me, about once a year,
no new knife, not around here.

Dylan got one, Stepdaddy too,
"hey Steve, there’s not one for you!"

Oh kool, thanks my brother,
just you remember, I’m tellin mother.

I’m not loved; I’m the black sheep,
we all love Jim, but man is he cheap.

Wish I could of been there, knives from Jim,
if I was there, I would of got one for him.

Just wanted to say, that I got no knife,
Jim hates me, has all his life.

I don’t get excited, when he’s on a spending spree,
what’s the use, there nothing for me?

Give Jim a call, say I want a blade,
that’s all you do, then you’ve got it made.

I get a call, guess what I didn’t get you,
next I'll find out, he got mom one too.

Carla can’t have one, she’s prone to cuts,
Steve’s not gettin one, does he think I’m nuts?

He bought knives, if his list you are on,
if I get ahold of his, it I will pawn.

He just had a birthday; I spoiled him rotten,
there’s no knife from Jim, that I've gotten.

If you see him, tell him what I said,
then just laugh at his great big, swollen lookin , huge, out of shape, cheap toupee wearin, never thinks of Steve, big old head.

It's the only head, he’s had in this life,
maybe while you talk, he'll give you a knife.

I've bent over backwards, what an effort I've made,
to never throw a knife, and stick it in his ankle, or to ever hit him in the head with a pickaxe, while he’s thinkin of buyin everyone a blade.

Whatever bro, I see it all now,
buyin for me, you don’t know how.

What knife are you out of, I'd like one for my older brother,
you're out of that one, then of these I'll buy another.

I would of got ya one Steve, but they were out of stock,
cause as an older brother, you really rock.

Not so much, that I would buy you a knife,
It’s not like, you’ve been here all my life.

Who are you to me, that I'd buy for you?
Hey stepdaddy, I got you two.


written by: Steve cliche ...9/12/04



See some more of Steve's attitude at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)
:dancing:

[steve]

Whales dive deeper than say, you or me,
as they go down, how do they see?

Birds in flight, are a soaring wonder,
all the whales, are still down under.

Little kids, are a different creature,
man I’d hate, to be a teacher.

Then there were the nights when all was quiet.
when all you could hear were the sounds of

Vietnam. These were the best. Sounds that still
drift in and out of my thoughts. These are the
Times, I strive to remember. and I do. I remember.

As they surface, the whales take in air,
jump from the ocean, without a care.

The birds look down, and see their play,
all this beauty, in a single day.

And the children, what to compare,
chubby cheeks, with curly hair

As if alone, they walk through the streets at night
chanting Buddhist prayers, the only light is a face
smoking in the dark. There is an exotic kind of flavor,
hard to describe, yet easy to remember. You walk
into a home, at night, and they smiled.

The whales have left; the sea seems alone,
It’s all so quiet, but there’s still this tone.

Birds are away, where ever do they land?
this whole day has just been grand.

Kids in bed, they are all tucked in,
played all day, once again.

I’m with ray, and mike, we’re in the Vietnam night,
Not looking for anything, just looking. It’s all so different
from what we have known in our lives at home.
We smile right back, and we all talk as best we can.
Its these times I remember, I will take this place to my grave.
Do I miss the place, or the difference?

written by..... steve cliche 9/14/04

See Steve's art work at his web site
www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[JOAN]

look's to me like you are doing good,,keep it up :dancing:

[steve]

Let me speak of things I believe, and some that I don’t,
some will stop and ponder, some of you wont.

I do not believe, we really ever went to the moon,
I think the government, just played us the tune.

I believe that Waco, was just plain old killing,
no accidents there, they were more than willing.

I do not believe, we belonged in Vietnam,
I do believe, in no matter what remaining calm.

I believe in you, and all that you can be,
I also believe, that very thing for me.

I do not believe, in listening to John Kerry,
Let’s not speak of him, let’s keep it merry.

I do believe in George W., at least he takes a stand,
said no to gays gettin married, all across our land.

I do not believe pot smokers, really belong in jail,
I do believe drinkers do, again our laws have failed.

I don’t believe child abusers, should ever be released,
unless of course, they have some how become deceased.

I do not believe in hate, I just believe in love,
and with all my heart, I believe in God above.

I believe in grandparents, spoiling them rotten,
its mom and dad, that deal with all they have gotten.

I believe in romance, it has a certain power,
the most powerful thing, is a simple flower.

I believe in my son, and he believes in me,
he is the best son, that there could ever be.

I do not believe, that Oswald was alone,
I also don’t care, but I really like my phone.

I believe in the baby, and mommy does too,
I do not believe, in smurfs who are blue.

I don’t believe in war, but in this I have some friends,
I do believe in compromise, a true friend always bends.

I do believe in cooper, and his little brother tanner,
and I believe in kindness, a loving sort of manner.

I do believe I’m done, but I could certainly go on,
and now that I am, I do believe I’m gone.

written by: (I believe) steve cliche...9/14/04

If you like his poetry check out his drawings at www.clichefantasyart (http://www.clichefantasyart/).

[steve]

I’m near enough to touch, can't you see me?
I’m right beside you; it’s all very free.

I’m even waiting, but I guess u can't see,
I’m as patient, as a man can possibly be.

I’m in line, you will look my way,
I’m just thinkin, it might not be today.

I’m touching your lips, with the tip of my finger,
I’m wanting you baby, I’m wanting to linger.

I’m in your heart, if you look around,
I’m right there, wanting to be found.

I’m in love, but I cant have my wants,
I’m remembering, all our old haunts.

I’m here honey, I’m touching your lips,
I’m in your space; I’m on all your trips.

I’m respecting your wishes, I’m over here,
I’m wanting to be, so much more near.

I’m yours lover, my minds just on you,
I’m wishing yours, was just on me too.

I’m out on a limb, I’m getting no rest,
I’m wanting to join you, and we will nest.

I’m sweet and yummy, I tend to melt,
I’m savoring the way, that you felt.

I’m in your dreams, you're sure in mine,
I’m sure in everyone, you’re looking fine.

I’m handing you a twig, to put in our nest,
I’m going to be back, with all the rest.

I’m going to hurry, I'll be back very soon,
I’m going to have this done, way before noon.

I’m being careful, in every single twig,
I’m making sure, none are too big.

I’m here baby, you still don’t see,
just this once, look back at me.

I’m going to be quiet, I'll cease to speak,
I’m waiting baby, and I’m feeling weak.

written by: steve cliche...9/14/04

To see more of steve's creativity
visit www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[steve]

Twenty-five days, that’s what it be,
twenty-five days, and I’ll be free.

Been in here, seems like forever,
it's been so long, since we’ve been together.

Oh I’ve paid, for my crime,
I’ve been in here, all this time.

Days and days, spent all alone,
got no calls, had no phone.

I just waited, hope you did too,
it was easier for me, than you.

I couldn’t go out, even if I tried,
I'll just stay here, and I’ll hide.

Have you guessed, where I am at?
I can’t believe, you haven’t guessed that.

The answer has something, to do with a 9 and a K,
I know you will get it, well at least you may.

Its not easy, to be where I be,
but twenty-five days, I’ll be free.

I can’t remember, what got me here,
maybe if I bark, it will be clear.

I know I’m in trouble, that’s all I know,
and when I am, this is where I go.

Now you know, I know you do,
well dog gone, I hope you do.

I’m in the dog house, I thought you’d guess,
well I really am, I just have to confess.

I’m just wondering, how many of you knew,
so I’ll tell you now, just what I’ll do.

If you did, reply to this poem,
Twenty-five days, and I get to roam.

If you didn’t, really have a clue,
replying to this poem, is what you should do.

Come on brothers, I’m reaching out,
if you knew where I was, gimme a shout.

Its no big deal, I’m just playing around,
lets have some fun, on this site we have found.


written by: steve cliche....9/14/04

If you like his poems you will love his drawings
visit www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[steve]

I’ve been bein silly, I really love to play,
and a lot of silly things, is what I like to say.


I think it’s fine, to use your sense of humor,
like making fun of Arnold, "it’s not a tumor."


Have you seen that movie, well anyway,
these are just things, I want to say.


Just to laugh, is a Godly thing,
just like the feeling, when we sing.


I don’t sing, but I can write a ding dang tune, why you ding dang, corn fed, hog mired, nothern, land grabbin, carpet baggin, scallywagssssssss!!!!!


In the south, is where I live,
Arkansas?, hey what gives.


I grew up, in northern cal.,
Steve Sorace, is my pal.


Yea I know, you’ve had more than enough,
but I don’t care, so that’s tough.


I’m at a loss, as to what to say,
but I keep typing, anyway.


I won’t stop; you can’t make me,
I’m a typist, as you can see.


I’m a typist, as you can see?
I use one finger, actually.


Four poems today, just for sport,
that is why, this ones short.



written by: steve cliche...9/14/04


For more smiles and visit steve's website
www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

well ty joan , i hope you two are doing good too. its good to meet new folks.

[steve]

i knew where i was

[JOAN]

Steve Jest Want You To Know What You Do With Your Pome's
James's Dose With His Photo's It Give Him A Way Of Saying Thank You To All..

[dallee]

I must admit, Steve that initially I thought you were in Jail. I did not figure it out until the 9 and the K hint.

It seems you have spent a great deal of time there. Have you installed electricity?

[JOAN]

Come on brothers, I’m reaching out,
if you knew where I was, gimme a shout. :opps: :opps:

YEP JAMES HAS BEEN THERE 1 OR 1,OOO TIME'S :superhapp :superhapp

[steve]

well joan , take it easy on old james, we cannot help 90% of the stuff we say , or do wrong......ok james , wheres the 10 bucks you said youd give me if i said that?
jgg , steve

[cj]

Heck....both Lou and I have our own dog houses and use them often.

[JOAN]

well joan , take it easy on old james, we cannot help 90% of the stuff we say , or do wrong......ok james , wheres the 10 bucks you said youd give me if i said that?
jgg , steve
THE CHECK'S IN THE MAIL :superhapp :superhapp

[cj]

:dancing: :dancing:

[steve]

There are things we want, that we don’t really need,
It’s all about, our overwhelming greed,

When God has provided, all we need to live,
then we want God, to overly give.

We get a new house, then want by the lake,
we make good money, then want more to make.

We have it all, but we just want more,
that car of mine, has become quite a bore.

Are we saying, that God’s not enough?
That just having God, is a little bit tough?

Are we filling the spaces, where God should be?
More is good, especially when it’s free.

Do we take the time, to stop and look,
at a night sky, or a babbling brook.

God made it all, even the stars in the sky,
and still He made me, I wonder why.

I’m not good to look at; I’m a bit overweight,
look at that moon, it’s getting late.

All from God, and we dare to want more,
we are so far, from really being poor.

Our cup is full, with newly made wine,
and that car I have, I think will be fine.

Thank you lord, for all that you give,
and please help us father, to know how to live.

When we are tempted, and we don’t feel strong,
just take it to Jesus, you can’t go wrong.

We have plenty; I need to hear it,
He even gave us, His Holy Spirit.

A comfort to those, who are troubled by life,
even a rooftop, to get away from the wife.

While you’re up there, take time to look,
see his creation, it’s all in the book.

We have what we need, it’s all there to see,
you can come over, count blessings with me.

One two, three four five,
man I’m glad, that I’m alive.

Praise God, for the mercy He’s given,
take the time, to check how you’re livin'.

I was just tempted; I couldn’t get free,
my only choice, to God I did flee.

Now I’m better, I’m right about this,
we have plenty; there’s nothing we miss.

It’s all right there, it’s in our face,
all Gods love, and just look at this place.

White clouds, and blue, blue skies,
and our Father, to hear our cries.

What more can we need, what is there to get,
but I still like that new car, but just a bit.

It’s so red, and it smells brand new,
oh no, what shall I do.

I know, I’ll wait on the lord,
last time I did, I really scored.

At times our wants, are God’s wants for our life,
I sure wish, God wanted me a wife.

But maybe he does, but just the right one,
or maybe God knows, it would ruin my fun.

If you get, what you don’t really need,
you suffer the results, of all your greed.

I’m trying to chill, just kickin' back,
Jesus loves me; I’m tellin' you jack.

Couldn’t ask, for a more lovin' savior,
but he could ask me, for better behavior.

All this talk, of stuff like new cars,
just take five seconds, and look at the stars.

Thank you father, you’ve given so much,
you will never, lose your touch.

All you do, is try to please us,
to the point, of giving us Jesus......thank you lord.

written by: steve cliche...9/16/04

If you like his poetry check out his art work at
www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[JOAN]

james can tell you all about that....
we had it all about 10 year's back..then illness set in.and we lost most everything..
so what do you do ,? you change your dream's as we did and with the trust in god we now have our littel place in the sun...

[steve]

I'm sittin in Iraq, in the land of Islam,
you guys had it easy, in the land of Nam.

This is war, it was actually declared,
we all came here, because we cared.

Now you guys, you who were in Nam,
you had it easy, you stayed calm.

You know I'm right, we are all hero's,
we'll get a parade, you guys got zeros.

We're winning our war, here in Iraq,
maybe you all, should all go back.

Back to Nam, to win your war,
we left, then we came back for more.

Our country supports us, unlike you,
I guess you all, didn't know what to do.

We are hero's, we deserve every bit,
but in your war, you didn't win it.

Some of you fought, but not to hard,
I heard of one, who was always on guard.

We know about Nam, read it in a book,
must not of tried, look how long it took.

In just one year, we've lost a thousand guys,
why did you come back, with that look in your eyes?

We seem to be, on the right track,
know what were doin, here in Iraq.

You were in a conflict, we are at war,
you lost your conflict, we know the score.

I've always wondered, what you did wrong,
for you to be there, so very long.

We're kickin butt, we're gettin it done,
all those years, and you never won.

No wonder, there were no parades,
you fired bullets, and used some band aids.

But this one is real, a real declared war,
with all the blood, the guts and the gore.

Just watch your news, we're hero's they say,
what did you do, just go there to play?

I heard you got medals, but some gave them back,
we don't do that, oh no, not here in Iraq.

When I get home, parades and ticker tape,
I'll get a good job, I'll be in great shape.

You guys should have tried, tried to win,
how did that Nam thing, even begin?

You had it kinda tough, but we have it bad,
you're all screwed up, just like my dad.

He was in your conflict, he still cant sleep,
what are the reasons? Memory's he keeps.

Did you see, when we caught Mr Hussein?
Caught that dude, no bullets no pain.

I guess in a conflict, you don't try as much,
but we are winning , we've got the touch.

Oh yes we're all hero's, over here in Iraq,
but when I leave, I'm never going back.

written by :steve cliche...9/4/04

[steve]

so thats the poem that caused all the fuss.....well....ill be......i just read it....didnt seem all that big of a deal to me.....there were some truths...some insights....i mean , after all , im a vietnam vet, i have every right to speal about my feelings...theres a waitress at the coffee shop, her husband is in iraq, she keeps me informed, actually hes getting debriefed at the moment. hes home now. she knew i was praying for her husband, so she kept me informed. im glad hes back.....debriefed....theres a novel idea.....thats kinda what the poem was about....the differences in our wars....debriefed????....ok....i know this...one day in war, the next on the street dont work...soooooooooooo im glad for the changes. but the differences was all the poem was about....what folks seem to forget, that i have not, is that a guy who just got back from war is not going to be to concerned with any poem. if you think that would really bother anyone , well, you do not know war vets at all....when i came home, i was in school soon after....for the bucks....i was standing on the front steps, leaning on the rail, smoking a cigarette, a car pulled up, started messing with this young guy, he kept walking, these guys threw a beer bottle at him, they just looked at me leaning, watchin, never said a word to me, i watched as the driver took out a gun, and fired at this guy trying to just walk away.....they put it in reverse.....and as the driver backed up he looked at me, i had not even moved.....his gun was very small in my opinion......ha ha...true though.....at that time in my life, i really dont think a stupid poem would have bothered me either....oh ok....no they did not hit anyone. yes they were arrested later at a different school, and no , i would not respond the same way today....i would pull out my own gun , and the driving around schools shooting at students would cease.....but heaven forbid , dont read me a poem...ha...just chill guys, it aint going to effect a guy who just got home from war......sheeeeeesh

[steve]

joan, im glad for your place in the sun...we all need the son<<<little play on words....im an artist, i live in the qzark mountains in n.w. arkansas... 22 acreas of woods, and a little creek...i love it....speaking of art....those photos were awesome boot.....very kool....i sell my art on my web site www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com) i had two boys, christian killed himself, in 91. aaron is awesome...hes in the airforce in n. dakota...i have two grandkids now, cooper and tanner, oh yea, and my harley....ha....take the creek, take the house, but oh my , leave the bike

[steve]

joan , you wrote.....what do you do?....so i told you....then dallee said i better read your post again.....i get it now....but....now you know what i do...ha

[JOAN]

joan , you wrote.....what do you do?....so i told you....then dallee said i better read your post again.....i get it now....but....now you know what i do...ha
BEING A BICKER THEN JAMES SAID YOU SHOULD ENJOY THIS..
YES STEVE WE ARE ALL MIS UNDERSTOUD AT TIME'S WE JEST CAN'T LITE IT GET TO US
BY THE WAY JAMES DOSE SELL ANY OF HIS WORK IT IS THERE FOR ALL TO ENJOY AND COPY IS THEY WANT..JEST LEAVE OUR NAME'S ON THEM :dancing:

[ajusmc]

debriefed, like that term for the return to CONUS

[JOAN]

Roger 10/4 Over And Out..
James

[steve]

I hated the shirts, and I hated the shoes,
hated all the don’ts, and all the dos.

I hated sergeants, and all their stripes,
I hated officers, with all their gripes.

I hated the service, all the military,
I hated Nam, it was too scary.

I hated gettin up, and wearing those clothes,
I hated wearin, what others chose.

I hated orders, yuck just the sound,
I hated marchin, we'd go round and round.

I hated the army, don’t get me started,
I hated it all, accept when we parted.

I hated Sgt. Hadnot, man what a name,
I hated that I, was always to blame.

I hated the marines, and I wasn’t there,
I hated the military, so I didn’t care.

I hated the navy, little sailor suits,
I hated my pants, and even my boots.

I hated basic training, and all their yellin,
I hated the food, and all its smellin.

I hated inspections, finding what I hid,
I hated their looks, whenever they did.

I hated the air force, and all their planes,
I hated their war, and all its pains.

I hated it all, every little bit,
I hated being told, if I could sit.

I hated the merchant marines, and they don’t count,
I hated the coast guard, whatever amount.

I hated the service, general to E1,
I hated it all, I hated my gun.

I hated my orders, the ones I performed.
I hated the army, I never conformed.

I hated Col. Smart, just the look on his face,
I hated a lot; I think the whole place.

I hated the color, who likes OD green?
I hated everyday, is I guess what I mean.

I hated boy scouts, just cause of their dress,
I hated the military, that’s my guess.

I hated being told, to cut my hair,
I hated the fact, it was not there.

I hated the buildings, the paths I walked,
I hated formation, where they all talked.

I hated the most, and in this I am proud,
I hated the army, and I say it loud.

written by: PVT E1 steven cliche....made E3 three times in Nam.
I guess I hated E4 too......9/18/04

Steve also draws some pretty cool pics
see them at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[JOAN]

well i hated the navy to much water

[Trooper]

Steve

Do I detect some Hate in your last post?

[JOAN]

Steve

Do I detect some Hate in your last post?
YOU KNOW TROOPER I SERVED IN BOTH THE MARINE'S AND THE ARMY
I'M PRODE OF BOTH SERVICE'S AND GLAD I WAS ABLE TO SERVE... 2centswort

[dallee]

Mr. Cliche

I am concerned. I really wish you would open up just a little. Tell us what you thought of being in the army. It is not healthy to keep these things bottled up. Let your feelings out man, share.

[steve]

ok ....ummmm.....yuck

[usmc26th]

:dancing: 1234, I LOVE THE MARINE CORPS. Thats why I did 9 yrs. before I was let go, would have done 20

[JOAN]

Ok This Is James You Ask Us To Open Up..... Let Me Be Honest With You O.k. ?
1]you Never Bein In The Survice I [and I Am Speckin For Me Hear]
I Really Don't Think You Could Understand Jest How We Who Served And Where There[nam] Feel So Let Me Put It This Way
I Served In The Corps. For Jest Over 3 Year's And Loved Every Moment Of It..
From The Corps. I Went Into The Army For 10 Year's And Loved Every Moment Of That.. Like Aj I Was Goin For 20.....
But I Was Not Abel To Do That... The Army Let Me Go...
You Ask That We Open Up...
We Did But You Must Undrestand There Are Thing That Happen That We Jest Don't Want Anyone To Get Us To Talk About...
we The Vet's Have Settle Up With It A Long Time Ago. And We Don't Need To Bring It Out Again...sorry If I Steped On Your Toe's Hear But That Is How I Feel It Don't Mean A Thing....it Don't Mean Nutten James[aka]o'boot Semper Fi And Gunho [NOW NO FRIE FRIGHT HEAR IT'S JEST HOW I FEEL O.K.]

[JOAN]

Sorry Aj I Ment Usmc26 He Was Going For 20 Year's And The Corps. Let Him Out I Jest Got The Name's Mixed Up
Once More Sorry Bro.'s..

[steve]

5, 6, 7, 8, it was the army made me hate.......hey guys , i know that the service is great for some....my sons in the airfoce now, plus he did 4 in the navy. it just was not for me. its a great life for those who are right for it. i spent to many years in different institutions as a kid to really like the structure of it. thats puttin it mildly....ha....i went though guys , and i even fought, i just hated every darn moment , unless i was awol of course, then , even nam was kinda cool.....i went awol every chance i got too...i got to really loving the villes to much. kinda went a little dink there toward the end....stayed alot in mauntanyard villes too......
now, as for dallees reply.......she is my friend , and we joke back and forth all the time .....she was just kidding with me.....she really happens to be a very inteligent , warm , loving person, and with that comes a big heart , that is easly hurt....shes cool...so take it easy on my friend please.....i mean no offence on anything i post ....really...im either just jokin with u vets , or im just givin my opinion , and we all know how much opinions matter....ha....god bless, and thank you to everyone of you guys.....even you military guys...ha

[JOAN]

STEVIE A SORE SPOT WITH ME..
I THINK I DID SAY I WAS SORRY IF I STEPED ON ANY ONE'S TOE' 2centswort 'S

[dallee]

James, no I wasn't in the military at all. I make no attempt to hide that. My heart goes out to all of the vietnam veterans in a special way. I cannot explain it. It is like God dropped this extra dose of caring in my lap the first time i went to the moving wall. It is a long story, I wont take the space on here to tell it again.

I have talked at length with many vets and I know that you guys open up when you want and i accept that. Rest assured that I am not asking you to open up. My comments were made in jest and directed only at Mr. Steve Cliche because his poem is so direct. He said I hated I hated I hated I hated ... I said gee steve why dont you open up and tell us how you feel. It really was just exactly that and nothing more.
I am not here to try and get anyone to do anything. Please dont think that I am.

[steve]

dallee , please quit trying to get me to open up

[dallee]

I would never dream of asking you to open up Steve. What on earth gave you such an idea?
Why, you know me better than that.

If I want YOU open, I know where to find a p38.


:depressed I am soooo misunderstood

[Trooper]

U-Uncle
S-Sam
A-Almost
R-Ruined
M-My
Y-Youth

I have this mild allergy to bullets suddenly entering my Body.

[steve]

me to jack , and im kinda scared of dallees p38 too

[JOAN]

James, no I wasn't in the military at all. I make no attempt to hide that. My heart goes out to all of the vietnam veterans in a special way. I cannot explain it. It is like God dropped this extra dose of caring in my lap the first time i went to the moving wall. It is a long story, I wont take the space on here to tell it again.

I have talked at length with many vets and I know that you guys open up when you want and i accept that. Rest assured that I am not asking you to open up. My comments were made in jest and directed only at Mr. Steve Cliche because his poem is so direct. He said I hated I hated I hated I hated ... I said gee steve why dont you open up and tell us how you feel. It really was just exactly that and nothing more.
I am not here to try and get anyone to do anything. Please dont think that I am.
DALLEE,I DID SAYIF I STEPED ON ANYONE'S TOE'S THAT I WAS SORRY AND I ASKED THAT NO FIRE FRIGHT BE STARTED OVER MY REPLY.. NOW I'M SORRY FOR HURTING YOUR FEELING....BUT YOU DID AKS
JAMES

[JOAN]

U-Uncle
S-Sam
A-Almost
R-Ruined
M-My
Y-Youth

I have this mild allergy to bullets suddenly entering my Body.
HE-- THE CORPS.DID IT FRIST... 2centswort

[dallee]

me to jack , and im kinda scared of dallees p38 too
Well I'll be, after all this time I finally figured out how to keep you in line. Who woulda thunk it'd be a p38. I was just about to give up hope.

I am heading to the local px to stock up on p38's. Looks like I might be needin a few here.

[JOAN]

HAY STEVE AND THE REST OF YOU GUY'S I GOT A LOT OF P38'S LEFT OVER FROM WHEN JAMES WAS IN SERVICE A BIG SHOE BOX FULL..
:superhapp :superhapp :superhapp

[Trooper]

Steve

If the best Dallee can come up with is a Papa 38, I ain't to worried.

[JOAN]

WHAT ME WORRY,,I STELL GOT MY 81 MM. :superhapp :superhapp
AND A PEE SHOTER

[steve]

To all my brothers, we have PTSD,
I really feel, for you and me.

In our day, there are constant reminders,
all our nights, could be kinder.

I always think, of the guys I knew,
now I think, of all of you.

All my brothers, all you who care,
my nights are better, just knowing you’re there.

See brothers, we’re not ever alone,
we have each other, things we have known.

You know exactly, how my nights really are,
no need to explain, where I go, how far.

You know the panic, got to get over there,
I must, I have to, my brothers, I care.

You know what its like, a stranger walks in,
no words spoken, no need to begin.

We know a vet, by a sense we acquired,
brothers in arms, we who have fired.

In a bunker, or even in a Chinook,
we can tell, with just a look.

Then in respect, we go on and inquire,
are you a Nam vet, were you in the fire?

The answer the same, it’s what we thought,
the welcome home, we never got.

It’s in our walk, I have realized,
It’s mostly though, in our eyes.

A tension there, and also a calm,
being together, it’s like a balm.

Good for the spirit, I’m not alone,
he’s like me; we make the same tone.

Not just those, who were in Nam,
all military, feel that calm.

If you’re in, then that says you’ll go,
so facing danger, we really all know.

It’s the job, like it or not,
in the service, you get what you got.

The odd thing is, and for this I thank,
now when we meet, there is no rank,

I was promoted, many many times,
but got out E1, because of my crimes.

But my time in, is all that matters,
where I went, that’s what shatters.

But not by myself, you were there,
and during my night, I know we care.

I care for you brother, I know how you feel,
and only we know, that’s the whole deal.

When we shared, if we ever really did,
try to explain, it still remains hid.

It’s a definite, you would of had to of been there,
of that little truth, I’m very willing to swear.

Ahhhhhhhh beetle nut, and that lovely smile,
teeth been black, for quite a while.

A very strange land, nice and yet it could be mean,
kids to adults, they mostly wore green.

So much military, in a country so small,
by the time we left, we’d recruited them all.

A land of odd things, they would wait for our trash,
after digging in it, run off with their stash.

A land where death, was just part of a day,
and still the kids, would just wave and go play.

Then there’s the Indians, hardly mentioned at all,
I still wear the bracelet, nineteen seventy, now fall.

I respect you guys, that’s just the damn truth,
excuse the language, that was uncouth.

This might sound sappy, from a B.A. biker guy,
but at times in my memories, I just want to cry.

The army, the marines, and the navy too,
even the airforce, in our skies of blue.

I respect everyone, and at the Washington mall,
there should be a statue, of us, one and all.

Then we could go there, and there would be us,
I'd say, hey Steve, I no longer cuss.

Well I know me, and I’d ask why,
and this is what, I would reply.

I’d say, hey Steve, I try to obey,
then I'd say, oh by the way.

There’s a lot of statues, don’t you think Steve?
I'd say their all hero’s, it's what I believe.

Yes we are, every single one,
God bless you guys, this poem is done.

written by: steve cliche...9/21/04


in memory of everyone who’s ever been there.





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[JOAN]

NICE ONE STEVE AND JAMES SAID IT'S VERY TURE ALSO NICE LOOKING M-60.. 2centswort

[usmc26th]

Thank you Steve, There's alot of us out there, just wish more wouldn't think that there the onlyone. maybe this poem will help someone, I hope. Good one.

[Trooper]

Steve

Not a bad Poem, and seeing you holding the Pig brings back Memories.

[steve]

by the way.....in that photo is the bracelet that i got there , and its still on my arm.....would not let them take it off even for surgery....ha....so they just taped it down......im glad you guys liked the poem , and the pig troop....ha...god bless

[Trooper]

Steve

You think your Pig is bad, take a look at what I got to play with.

[JOAN]

Well I Got Ya Beat..at Least We Got To Stay In The Rear Some Time's..[james ]
Now In The Army I Ran Commo For A I55 Track Horz. Unit..

[Trooper]

Joan

In the last photo, you look a lot differant than I expected you would . And posing without a shirt, Oh My.

[JOAN]

Joan

In the last photo, you look a lot differant than I expected you would . And posing without a shirt, Oh My.
LMAO THAT WAS JAMES...

[steve]

yes, it was james...lol

[steve]

I’m forever wondering, I always seem to be,
I wonder if I’ll stop, wondering if I’ll see.

I’m wondering if you, ever wonder too,
at times like this, I’m wondering about you.

When I see the heavens, open up at night,
I wonder if you see them too, wonder if I’m right.

I wonder about kids, with parents who are mean,
I wonder what goes on, when nothing can be seen.

I wonder if they are treated, like I was as a kid,
I wonder how I’m loving; I wonder where I hid.

I wonder which adult, put their cigarette to my legs,
I wonder about the kids, the one that cries and begs.

I wonder if I, could help in some way,
like kick their dad, and in his face say "HEY!"

"I wonder if you’d like, to try that with me,
you only beat on kids, this I can see. "

So I just keep wondering, looking for respect,
I wonder at some parents, all that neglect.

I wonder the time, its got to be past seven,
I wonder who I’ll see, when I step into heaven.

Will you be there, I just really wonder?
I’m at the cross; I’m standing right under.

Where ever I go, whatever I wonder,
I look back at the cross, remember my blunder.

I’m wondering why, God bothers with me,
see I’m a sinner, but Jesus set me free.

That’s so cliche, and I guess so am I,
but God does love me, now I wonder why.

I know he does, like I know stone is hard,
I wonder who in heaven, has to pull guard.

Out on the perimeter, heaven all about,
I’m wondering if, I’m the only one out.

Am I pulling guard, heavens supposed to please us?
I know I’ll ask, cause here comes Jesus.

Lord, I love you so much, but I was wondering,
is there no guard, in this am I blundering.

Jesus laughed in his way, "Oh Steve my brother, my son,
here in heaven, well...I’m the only one.

I’ll guard your life, the one that I gave,
it was your heart, I wanted to save.

Then one night, I remember it well,
you said to yourself, wonder if I’m going to hell.

Steve, you were always very smart,
didn’t take long, you gave me your heart.

Come on my friend, lets you and I go eat,
and yes Steve, you can sit at my feet."

Lord can I wash them, like you did for them all,
I wonder how long, it would take to do them all.

Father, why do I wonder, seems all of the time,
"You can all you want, that is no crime..."

I wonder what we will eat; I wonder who’s cooking,
I wonder if anyone, is over there looking.

Then Jesus stopped, and said "...Steve.... I wonder,
if maybe savin you, was my biggest blunder..."

I looked at the lord, and he looked at me,
then a smile beginning, that’s what I see.

Then...Jesus said… "GOTCHA!!!...Now lets go eat!"
I love Jesus; He is my kind of people.

written by: steve cliche...9/23/04


If you like steve's poetry you will love his drawings
see them at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[ajusmc]

Many things I have wondered about Steve, now I'll spend the rest of the day wondering about everything you wrote about.

[JOAN]

hello steve,
you know what you wrote is very ture i think we all spend alot of time doing jest that..
THANK YOU..m/J

[dallee]

Me too, I wonder about lots and lots of things, too many probably, but I like the thought of Jesus saying "Gotcha"

[steve]

I’m sitting here waiting, for what might of been,
it's all different now, boils down to sin.

I've expressed my thoughts, on being alone,
same old story, same lonely tone.

At one time, I asked for your money,
now all I want, is for me to have a honey.

I’m tired of the silence, its making me sick,
I need to be in love, I need it quick.

I never knew, how bad it had gotten,
but at times I think, life’s pretty rotten.

I’m losing the grip, I struggled to find,
I’m alone too much, and I’m not that kind.

I want to cherish, and to treat like gold,
this lonely life, it’s getting pretty old.

I was married, at the age of seventeen,
it's all I know, that’s what I mean.

Now there’s this, whatever its called,
last night was so bad, I just bawled.

I’m a good man, I’m filled with love,
I don’t cheat, push, pull, or shove.

I love people, I cherish so easy,
but every woman I meet, seem so sleazy.

Is it me, or have the rules been altered?
it's all this loneliness, that’s making me falter.

Too many years, too many long nights,
just want love, without all the fights.

I pray for a wife, then women come along,
all out of tune, they sing the wrong song.

Or they mumble, and it's so hard to hear,
I want love, and I’m making it clear.

All this changing, in all these ways,
I’m not like I was, in the old days.

Just want my home, and a hug or a touch,
I don’t really think, I’m asking too much.

I've waited so long, my faith's getting blurry,
please pray for me, ask God to hurry.

It's been a long time, since I've thought like this,
if I shoot myself, I know I won't miss.

I've sat many nights, just me and my gun,
seems like every person, has someone.

And the years go by, and all the nights too,
if you're out there, I've been looking for you.

I'm feeling weak, better get in God's word,
read all the words, I've already heard.

At times they hit me, like flames of fire,
I'm just being honest, I'm starting to tire.

I've learned how to live, mostly at peace,
these lonely nights, have just got to cease.

Pray for me; pray for this man,
I've been alone, as long as I can.

I don't want to be here, I'm tired in my heart,
a mate's not life, but it's a huge part.

I've got guns, almost every room,
they speak to me, get out of this gloom.

In a split second, it wouldn't even matter
my hearts broken, I heard it shatter.

I need help, but I'm locked in this life,
just need love, the kind from a wife.

I'm loosing it, in a terrible spot,
been here before, then I was not.

Now so slowly, the thoughts have come back,
I've been alone, its love that I lack.

I'm here if your looking, but not for long,
living this way, it's just plain wrong.

Father, please hear me, give me someone,
I need to hold more, than just this gun.

It's just too tempting, it could be so quick,
just pull the trigger, just hear a click.

It's the easy way out, I've tried to refrain,
but i just cant take, any more pain.

Maybe I'm tired, just feeling down,
but when I look, there's no one around.

I'll go lay down, I should just sleep,
I made Aaron a promise, I'm trying to keep.

Told my son, I'd always be here,
but he's out of state, no one is near.

He's with his wife, of this I'm so glad,
but I'm so alone, it's making me sad.

I knew I was slipping, weeks ago,
like this, is the only way I know.

I'm going now, but I'll be around,
don't you worry, if you hear a loud sound.

It's just me, I was feeling so weak,
now I'm gone, didn't find what I seek.



written by: steve cliche...9/25/04


see steve's artwork at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com/)

[steve]

i wonder if you guys wonder if im wondering......i just wonder

[ajusmc]

Steve, been sitting here reading this one and thinking about my own past. Many times even with my bride and kids with me, I have felt very alone. Thier are times like this that I'll just get in the truck and go for a ride to no where, just to get away from what is around me. I look around and see folks that have next to nothing, living in old tobacco row type house that look like they should have fallen off the rocks they use to hold them off the ground. But you know, you, me and everyone else are really rich and never really alone, the Lord is with us each step of the way. His creations surround us, a bird, a tree or anything else we see is thier as a gift from God ensuring we are never really alone.

[danausmc]

Steve,
There is no way that any of us can replace or give you the love of a wife. We can say all kinds of platitudes, encouragements and just prop you up, but when it comes down to it, and its the middle of the night and you are still all alone.....the same Jesus that made you is with you always. Your poetry speaks to that very thing. And very well I might add. This latest speaks to the heart of where many of us have been at one time or another. You are not alone. You want someone to talk to, you can call me any time. Or e-mail me. I will stay on for awhile tonight before shutting down.
Dana

[Trooper]

Steve

Wondering is a lot like thinking, and that makes my head hurt. So I think I'll pass on wondering, I think?

[dallee]

I feel the same lonliness, the desperate desire to just feel another human being beside you. Someone who wants to be there. How do I get through it? I don't really know. I cry sometimes, then I talk to the Father. I thank him for all the blessings that I do have in my life, and I tell him how very much I want a husband, a Godly man, that He has chosen for me. I spend some time in praise. You know the word says that God inhabits the praises of His people. I mean, THAT is where God lives. When I praise God I try to do it without saying the word I or any form of it. Try it, it is hard to do. But it works. I don't know how it works, it just does.

God has a wife out there for you Steve. You will be with her. But there are things in both of your lives yet that you need to work on. Don't rush it. Let it be in God's perfect timing. And yes I do know exactly how hard that is. Others, like Dana and AJ can tell you, It is worth waiting.

In the mean time you have us, your friends, to talk with when you want to, about whatever is on your mind.

[steve]

i was wondering if you were wondering jack.....i just said to myself.....self, i wonder if jacks wondering.....and i wonder what hes wondering.....now i know....your not wondering......it is a very painful thing.....this whole thinkin thing....ouch

[JOAN]

I'm Wondreing If I Should Think About Not Doing Anything.

[ajusmc]

Here's one for ya'll to wonder about

During the waning years of the depression in a small Idaho community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller's roadside stand for farm fresh produce as the season made it available. Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering was used extensively.

One day, Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?"

"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas ... sure look good."

"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"

"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."

"Good. Anything I can help you with?"

"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."

"Would you like to take some home?"

"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with"

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"

"All I got's my prize marble here."

"Is that right? Let me see it"

"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."

"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?"

"Not zackley ... but almost."

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble."

"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller"

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps."

I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man.

A short time later, I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering. Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently, I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community, and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

Upon arrival at the mortuary, we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform, and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits, and white shirts ... all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold, pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size ... they came to pay their debt."

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho."

With loving gentleness, she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

Today ... I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ...

......... A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself.

........ An unexpected phone call from an old friend,

......... Green stoplights on your way to work,

......... The fastest line at the grocery store.

......... A good sing-along song on the radio,

......... Your keys right where you left them

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, An hour to appreciate them, A day to love them, But an entire life to forget them.

[dallee]

Awww Geeee AJ. Now that was one of the sweetest stories I have read in a long time.

May we all strive to be as well thought of as "Mr. Miller" when we pass from this earth.

I WONDER what the world would be like then.

[JOAN]

Today ... I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ...

......... A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself.

........ An unexpected phone call from an old friend,

......... Green stoplights on your way to work,

......... The fastest line at the grocery store.

......... A good sing-along song on the radio,

......... Your keys right where you left them

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, An hour to appreciate them, A day to love them, But an entire life to forget them.

AJ.
YOU KNOW ALOT OF US FEEL THAT WAY,AND KNOWING YOU HAS BEEN SPECIAL.;.
THANK YOU[JAMES]

[steve]

I missed 1970, and a lot of 71,
18 years old, was not havin fun.

Was not with friends, no graduation,
I was getting, a whole new education.

The graduating class, were those left walking,
we learned to count, majored in stalking.

Nerves of steel, or none left at all,
at our prom, we really had a ball.

She danced with Charlie, and she did with chuck,
and as for the rest, we didn’t give a ..........!

Cap and gown, looked great in camo,
it's hard to dance, with this much ammo.

But I learned quick, ammo packin dude,
when it starts, its lots better than food.

After graduation, we all went to our dwellings,
tried to act like, we knew nothing of shellings.

Tried to blend, with very little luck,
the graduating class, of we don’t give a.........!

We all got jobs, then we got fired,
I've lost the job, before I was hired.

When you get no respect, you demand more,
I came home, just a bit hardcore.

In recent years, as I've gotten older,
I no longer have, such a chip on my shoulder.

I don’t mean, that I’m gettin sweeter,
Under my arm, is a 9-mm.

Nothing I can do, I can’t go without,
that’s what class, was all about.

You were trained, to not get shot,
but if you did, a medal you got.

Did you ever think, about it that way?
if you didn’t get shot, they had nothin to say.

You got no medal, no long talks,
a little respect, if ya came home in a box.

Get off the plane boy, your war’s all done,
not so tough, without your gun.

Go on home; appreciate your time,
now go home, and think about your crime.

You did your time, completed your task,
you’ll be just fine, no one will ask.

Just don’t mention it, it can all just wait,
you’ll feel better, when you see a classmate.

Your eyes will meet, not even a word,
hey brother, like that’s what you heard.

The educated ones, those who now know,
how men will act, exactly how low.

Before your eyes, you watched a man change,
and never even thought, it was anything strange.

See you had changed too, more every day,
wanting to go home, but willing to stay.

Your eyes flash, from home to there,
back and forth, with that old stare.

Where’s your heart, is part of it there,
I left some in country, this I will share.

I wrote about wondering, found out you did,
you spoke right up, then you all hid.

At night here, in the middle of the my land,
it's all woods, and in the dark I go stand.

Let my eyes, adjust to the night,
it's the same, the air is just right.

You know the feeling; you were there,
just something heavy, it was in the air.

Not something bad, think the word is exotic,
at night in Nam, to me was hypnotic.

It all slowed down; the light was gone,
whole dang street, one light bulb on.

And by that light, in this part of town,
you can see people, moving around.

So of course we go, toward the light,
in this heavy, Vietnam night.

We walked in the house, where we sat on the floor,
I sat by papa san; Ray and Mike sat by more.

They had a TV, and we watched a movie,
John Wayne in Vietnamese, is kinda groovy.

I saw a Thai lighter, one that papa san had,
I wanted that lighter, really bad.

Well, me and papa san, we struck a deal,
I showed him respect, cause that’s how I feel.

I let papa san show, that he was so wise,
the children laughed, and watched my eyes.

The lighter was broken, and it still is,
I have it now; it used to be his.

Watched TV, seems a long time,
that’s it, end of this rhyme.

written by: steve cliche...9/26/04

You can see some of Steve's drawings on his website
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[Trooper]

Steve

I'm glad you were wondering about me. You have no idea what peace that brings to my mind. And God knows I need a piece of a mind.

I'm keeping you in Prayer!

[dallee]

I'd be glad to give you a piece of mine Trooper, but I am trying to hold on to the few I have left.

[Trooper]

Dallee

You ain't the first one that has or wanted to give me a piece of their mind, And yet I still don't have much.

[JOAN]

[james]
Trooper I Don't Think Ya Need A Piece Of Anyones Mind Ya Gots A GoOd Head On Ya Sholders

[steve]

Looked up today, it was a cloudy afternoon,
it was cool, I'll do it again real soon.

There was a hole, just one patch of blue,
looked like God, was staring back at you.

Even in town, I'm still seeing the trees,
love the movement, in a breeze.

Here at home, looking at a different cloud,
I'm in the woods, the wind is so loud.

It's really the trees, not the wind at all,
just the forest, saying hello in the fall.

Or maybe they speak, one tree to another,
basically they are, sister and brother.

Or maybe it's God, running his fingers thru,
brushing just the tops, for something to do.

He does have extra, time on his hands,
seems He's won, from where I stand.

Satan's been defeated, Jesus has rose,
He keeps it all working, only He knows.

So when you see, and on trees your eyes linger,
if they are moving, look for God's finger.

If I was God, bet your thankful I'm not,
I would touch, all my trees a whole lot.

Like a little kid, who just got a burr,
you just have to touch it, thats for sure.

If you were God, and you made it all,
and they all change color, in the fall

You'd touch the trees, touch every hill,
I'd touch the whole world, I'd never be still.

I'd warm my hands, at a volcano's fire,
I'd step right in, the muddiest mire.

Then a short stroll, I would take,
and wash my feet, in the lake.

It's really better, that God's in charge,
we don't want me, wandering at large.

But just think, and look at the trees,
watch them move, is it really the breeze?

Or is it the Lord, could it be His hand,
gently touching, our very homeland?

Father, if you're touching, the united states,
we thank you Father, for the food on our plates.

We ask you Lord, for your gentle touch,
having you around, is never to much.

And thank you God, for your very creation,
that you touch, for recreation.

Lord, if you know Hogeye AR., and I know you do,
if your touchin these trees, please touch me too.

I'll wait outside, I'll be watchin the sky,
one patch of blue, looked like your eye.

written by: steve cliche ...9/28/04

If you like Steve's poems check out his artwork
at www.clichefantasyart.com (http://www.clichefantasyart.com)

[steve]

well ......ill be darn

[steve]

Well here they come, our vets from Iraq,
been in the war, been under attack.

Lived with the threat, you know the one,
it wears you down, it's really not fun.

Here they come, they are on their way,
but things are done, a little different today.

They call it debriefing, but I call it chillin,
it's not straight home, for the un-willin.

I was more scared, of here than there,
at least in Nam, had brothers that care.

Hey new guys, I welcome you back,
glad your home, from Viet Iraq.

Same old story, just less trees,
the US pushin, people to their knees.

Some how, in the world so large,
we started thinkin, we were in charge.

We came from England, not long ago,
had our beliefs, things we know.

Like to govern ourselves, and freedom to men,
and you'll be like us, or war will begin.

I know, I know, I'm not there,
I should be glad, its just that I care.

These guys are dying, that's the bottom line,
we should not be there, and no it ain't fine.

I'm not gonna keep quiet, I will speak,
we go to countries, and havoc we wreak.

Bullets our material, and bombs our tools,
oh what a bummer, we hit two schools.

I been there, I know how it goes,
it's already done, so nobody knows.

All we do, is shift the darn blame,
but children die, just the same.

Old folks, who are not informed,
don't know why, their homes were stormed.

Two left dead, how could that be?
no shots were fired, at least by me.

It's all smoothed over, it all looks the same,
as for the bodies, there is no one to blame.

They had to be bad, or they wouldn't have run,
twenty five guys, everyone with a gun.

So you're comin home, well, go ahead feel proud,
duty was done, the orders were loud.

It had to be done, were sending in troops,
and if we're wrong, we will just say oops.

And the guys come home, with the war in their head,
they remember the wounded, and always the dead.

And all these thoughts, are their very own,
to think about, at times when alone.

To wander their dreams, and torment their sleep,
these are the things, a vet gets to keep.

If I was slicker, a little more tricksy,
would of found a way, to bring home my m60.

I took nothing home, but the bad stuff in dreams,
you know, blood, tears, and screams.

And now new brothers, I welcome you back,
were getting old, so you take up the slack.

Dream my dreams, shed all my tears,
watch your back, share my fears.

After a while, it will be alright,
except the day, and most every night.

But you'll be fine, just go to the VA,
you'll love that, that makes a fine day.

You'll have a number, then you'll be seated,
and as for the number, that's how your treated.

Wasn't it worth it, isn't this great?
these are your benefits, so don't you wait.

I really do, wish you all the best,
every once in a while, let your mind rest.

Let a child's smile, put one on your face,
just for a while, forget that place.

Love your wife, be with your kid,
forget for a time, what all you did.

It was just war, you're not at fault,
keep it hidden, deep in your vault.

Hey new guy, remember this one thing,
it's all better, when you know the King.

It does not erase, or change how you feel,
but with God's strength, you'll know how to deal.

The only reason, I'm here today,
is because of people, the ones who pray.

I am here, to welcome you home,
give the gospel, and to write this poem.

I've raised two boys, had a good wife,
just trying to say, live your life.

Yes you're different, and we've never even met,
but you'll be fine, on this I would bet.

God will provide, all that you'll ever need,
and if you're here, then you can still read.

written by: steve cliche....9/28/04

[JOAN]

Now That Was Very Good..
And Not That Matter's James Did Shead A Tear
Peace Be With You.....

[Trooper]

Steve

Not That Matter's I didn't shed a tear. My face sprung a small leak, in each eye.