The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Wants to show you love
Show she cares
Got God on her side
Sees rainbows in the air
The Soldier boy
Broken and gone
Feels only pain
As he looks upon
His only way
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Is on a mission
Lives to save
God's number one
The prodigal son
The Soldier boy
Remembers the day
His life changed
In every way
He earned his pay
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Is on the road
With love to share
Comes across her destined soul
Her little lost foal
The Soldier boy
Fires in haste
Fear in his eyes
He hears the cries
They wouldn’t die
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Holds out her hands
To show she cares
Touches his face
Tries to explain
The Soldier boy
Tortured in mind
Flashbacks
That make him blind
Just wants to die
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Takes his tears
Takes his fears
Gives him love
Sets him free
The Soldier boy
Sees the light
Forgives himself
His earthly plight
Thoughts of death already ceased
The Soldier boy
Now at peace.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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This poem presents the dichotomy of left and right in their views. Living in the time of the Viet Nam war this reminded me of the two mentalities that split the nation the hippie culture and free love and the war mentality and cold war where communism was the number one foe the idea of group sharing was anathema. The bouncing back and forth between one stanza of one side and the next of the other emphasizes the difference. Happily the poem ends on a peaceful note of conversion. Well written
You would have thought we would have learned from the Vietnam war, but sadly not.
We are slow learners stubborn in our ways.
Good write PB.
Cheers Orchi
Paul, this carries a sincere emotional weight from beginning to end. The repeated contrast between the Jesus girl’s unwavering compassion and the soldier boy’s inner torment gives the poem a strong rhythm and sense of movement toward healing. “Flashbacks / That make him blind” and “Thoughts of death already ceased” both land hard in very different ways...one showing the depth of suffering, the other the relief that finally follows. Touching and heartfelt piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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