Through the years, I've put many of my thoughts in poems.
That is why I have so many poems about things around me
I always sign my poems with: "J.O.V.D." (Jeanne Oostvogels van Dijk) and the date
Some thoughts on the
American war cemetery in Margraten
I stood there feeling and I could
Only see all those moms and dads
Who thought maybe they would
But prayed they shouldn't lose their lads
And yes I also thought of guys
Who perished on unknown grounds
Could feel pain, and hear their cries
While dying of their wounds
I thought what if they hadn't come
Staying home, growing old and gray
We would have perished and then some
Our freedom would have stayed away
Were they heroes or just boys?
Who came here to our rescue.
Did they really have a choice?
A chance to live it through?
And as the mother of two sons
I have such deep grateful respect
For those other dads and moms
Whose lives must have been wrecked.
To think that even as I write this
Someone may deny this sacrifice
Will there, if things again go amiss
Be allies that won't think twice
Many now act wise show knowledge
But what they say is so beside the point
Do they really know what they abolish?
How can they mistake what allies once joined?
So it seems I only can stop and pray
For those who died and those who grieved
People start reading to know what you say
And that their goodwill again is believed.
A veteran a day
A person that
We call a vet
Did everything for you.
His youthful nerve
Made him deserve
A lifelong memory
About undying glory
Your life has peace
But not his memories
Some gave all
The living recall
Their never forgotten mates
They know the place
Look on his face
And all the retched dates
Silently they will
Cary this lonely pain
Our will to memorize
A veterans sacrifice
Shows it was not in vein
Why people re-enact
And often collect
Is in honor of those men
Who didn't dare
But still were there
With Garant, pistol or Bren
Not to kill
Just at will
But to free us all
They don't ask
But our task
Is a good memorial
Happy Veterans Day
J.O.V.D. November 7 2005
You with memories we don't have
With all your wonderful mails
Make us enjoy those memories
We collect with all its details
You who came over to liberate
and who doesn't believe in war
But still came to our aid
While we were unknown and far
A glimpse sometimes but no story
The memory is there. But don't tell
You don't want us to worry
Because all didn't go always well
The pain, losses and hardship the noise
All those memories, were they worth it
Does it matter, as you have no choice?
That we all still appreciate it?
For our families caught in a war
You were a Gods send on earth
Coming to us from so far
You gave our country new birth
Please feel in your heart our gratitude
Know we are free because of you
Some may forget, have an attitude
But all know in their hearts this is true
J.O.V.D. June 3 2005
Thank you guys !!!
They tear a teardrop
From my eye
I didn't even live the war
I never knew them
But the memory of those
Me all that I should know
And why? They didn't even
Know us then
But still they came and stood
And being free you see
is so good
That's why the teardrops flow
They shed their blood
To free my parents for me
Thank you guys who rest
In fond or forgotten memory
Or still are around to make
Faint sounds of yesterday.
liberators of WW2---J.O.V.D.?-?-2004
Although we never met him,
We thought we knew him well,
And with genuine fondness,
We think that we may tell,
He was one of the finest,
and nicest men we've known.
And we promise to keep guarding
the kindness he has sown
As one of our liberators,
He would say "Timberwolf up"
His website teached the world,
and his cyberwolf, veteran and pup.
He really deserves a statue
And we will miss him so
So God please take good care of him
He's very special you know.
Dear special person in our life,
You send us a good reason,
To realize that lifelong friends,
Can be met after many a season.
You became a friend before we were born,
But little did we know about your kindness
We first needed to raise some kids,
Who would solve our historical blindness.
They taught us about our past,
And the fight for our liberation,
They asked us to help them contact
People from another generation
The warmth that you would bring them,
We could never have imagined at the start,
A word a gesture a picture a story,
Brought you all right in the boy's heart.
You are for them a Timberwolf
The symbol of their liberty and freedom
They cherish you and love you all
They'll remember you whatever may come.
And you dear Fritz bring many a smile
In this simple household we share
So may we thank you from our heart
that you still are able to care.
The little sparkle in a star,
that is the kind of friend you are,
The sunray when our days grow dim,
The drain when cups are filled to the brim,
A reason to always go on living
That is the feeling you are giving
You saved our kin and our land
And still you continue to take a stand
That makes us proud that we may say
You personally called us your friends today.
Published 2003 in "Colors of Life" on page 1
ISBN : 0-7961-5239-6
The American Soldier
And first he dreamed of peace on earth
Thought he should try to keep it
And then he dreamed of peace on earth
And figured how to get it
And so his dream went on and on
He started to protect it
His dream was old but he stayed young
And died while he believed in it
And many scorned him for his effort
But he still knew it was worth it.
For what he fought for should one day come
So he kept coming back to fight for it.
And people protested and misunderstood
But he fought on and knew it was good
He didn't fight for sympathy
But for the magic liberty
And looking back in history
He may have sometimes been clumsy
But always reached his goal somehow
And that is why so many now
Are able to protest
Against what he knows is best.
Written by me on September 11-2001
God Bless America
GOD BLESS AMERICA
AND ALL THE PEOPLE IN IT
'COURSE ONCE WHEN WE HAD LOST A WAR
THEY CAME AND HELPED US WIN IT.
THEY HELPED US GAIN OUR FREEDOM
AND ALL THAT FREEDOM CAN ANTAIL
WE CAN NOT STAND AND SEE
THAT TERRORISTS MAKE IT FAIL
WE HOPE TO STAND UNITED
A WORLD AGAINST THOSE FOOLS
AND WITH GODS HELP BEHIND US
WE WILL HAVE ALL THE TOOLS
TO TRACK THEM CATCH THEM CRASH THEM
AND THE TERROR THAT THEY BRING
LETS HOPE WE'LL DO IT SWIFTLY
SO BELLS OF FREEDOM MAY SING.
An old man siting at the fireplace
All his old memories etched in his face.
What he had to go through to become old and wise
It hasn't exactly been the road to paradise
An old woman a lady still busy today,
For she as a woman knows how to hope and to pray
And in her memory she caries days of the past
Some missed but many she's glad they didn't last.
A world so changed since the days of their youth,
Some for the bad and some for the good,
But still the same year after year
Is the spirit of Christmas that brings a bit of cheer.
Although we are younger our days may go fast,
And soon we to will sit there, and look at the past,
We may not be wiser or dumber but dear,
Will be the memories of those who disappear.
And so from the past to the future one day,
We'll sit by our fire looking wiser and gray,
And we'll carry the memories and gladly share,
With whoever will listen and whoever will care.
And so, long after today, when we're no longer there.
There still will be people who'll know and who'll care,
That the peace they enjoy now did come at a cost.
And they'll cherish it forever because it must not get lost.
Jeanne Oostvogels van Dijk December 24, 2002
Oh stupid life
and beautiful dreams
You never touch
or so it seems
But should you ever
The question is
would it be better?
We are in fact all veterans,
but not of war and battle
so we should all appreciate
and call out, maybe rattle
Just make a joyful noise
and proudly then call out
not ever again and nowhere
that would make us proud
Come peace for all
so no more death
no hatred and fear
with every breath
No mother who had
to bury her son
because he had to fight
over a far horizon
No father proud
with a heart filled of pain
for a son or daughter
who died in vain.
No child that never
really knew a parent
because a terrorist
was on an arrant
No memories to haunt
while you grow old
of what you had to do
but never told
Just peace for all
for people, religion
and every nation
Please don't attend us,
to your religion or color,
true freedom is free,
that's what you go for.
Let us just be people
come religion or look
let's try and heal
no matter what it took
Start a new world
gone with old sore
and enjoy together
your life so much more
So that in 50 years
people may say
why on earth mom or dad
is there a Veterans Day.
More to come in a short while
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