<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158906958300039438</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:45:46.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier Poet</title><subtitle type='html'>The one who can not only fight and destroy the enemy, but also tell stories of epic proportions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236984974652576176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158906958300039438.post-7506754701501709459</id><published>2008-03-22T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:05:53.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>So much death and sorrow around me,&lt;br /&gt; So hard it is, to be where I am.&lt;br /&gt;So far from family, so far from friends,&lt;br /&gt; Easter round the corner, but no joy to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was home, oh how I wish to be,&lt;br /&gt; Surrounded by those, who express love for me.&lt;br /&gt;To be separated from family, by miles and miles,&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could see all my family's bright smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I must deal with it, learn how to cope,&lt;br /&gt; At least they can visit, at least I can hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that time, passes so quick,&lt;br /&gt; Then I can come home to the fmily, real riki-tik-tik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be much longer, no more than before,&lt;br /&gt; When at my last training, when I walked through the door.&lt;br /&gt;My last training I was gone, 6 months and a day,&lt;br /&gt; At least right now, I can train my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss family, I cannot wait,&lt;br /&gt; So I dangle them before me, like a fisherman with bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Like&lt;br /&gt;© 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158906958300039438-7506754701501709459?l=soldierpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7506754701501709459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158906958300039438&amp;postID=7506754701501709459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/7506754701501709459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/7506754701501709459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236984974652576176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158906958300039438.post-449493188897826147</id><published>2008-03-22T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:59:03.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son</title><content type='html'>In past poems I've talked about love,&lt;br /&gt; Talked about family, a gift from above.&lt;br /&gt;I've talked of my wife, who's beautiful to boot,&lt;br /&gt; Now I'll talk of my son, who's oh so cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is one at the time this was written,&lt;br /&gt; By the time he reads this, his will won't bend.&lt;br /&gt;He'll get that from his mom, like she did from her's,&lt;br /&gt; Its not a bad thing, just means he's determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter's his name and a hunter he'll be,&lt;br /&gt; Strong and brave, oh how proud he'll make me.&lt;br /&gt;He'll go off to school, highschool and college,&lt;br /&gt; He'll go on to do great things and usher in the tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and I, thats my wife's name, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt; We'll see him do everything and do them quite well.&lt;br /&gt;I can see it already, yet he can't even talk,&lt;br /&gt; Later on he'll run to his future, not just walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Like&lt;br /&gt;© 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158906958300039438-449493188897826147?l=soldierpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/449493188897826147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158906958300039438&amp;postID=449493188897826147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/449493188897826147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/449493188897826147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-son.html' title='My Son'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236984974652576176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158906958300039438.post-990487694835958380</id><published>2008-03-22T17:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:53:28.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best AIT Weekend</title><content type='html'>Leaving you is such a crime,&lt;br /&gt; Like killing something before its prime.&lt;br /&gt;This place has me trapped like a prison,&lt;br /&gt; It cuts me so deep, my heart leaks crimson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I must go, but I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt; Yet I must pay - the bills are due.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, both you and son,&lt;br /&gt; I can not wait till I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with this place, done with the sorrow,&lt;br /&gt; And I can return, to my family tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;All the red tape and beaurocracy are mean,&lt;br /&gt; Yet I put up with it, to make a little green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This green I will use, and I won't get beat,&lt;br /&gt; To provide for my family, wife and son must eat.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not rich, I know I'm not poor,&lt;br /&gt;Cause this ring on my finger says I'll have love evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Like&lt;br /&gt;© 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158906958300039438-990487694835958380?l=soldierpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/990487694835958380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158906958300039438&amp;postID=990487694835958380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/990487694835958380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/990487694835958380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-best-ait-weekend.html' title='My Best AIT Weekend'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236984974652576176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158906958300039438.post-5705186864158720240</id><published>2008-03-22T17:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:48:32.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wife</title><content type='html'>Who is this woman, so pretty and fair,&lt;br /&gt; Sparkling hazel eyes, beautiful dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;What a nose, perfect to the touch,&lt;br /&gt; She's the one I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips so pink, kisses so soft,&lt;br /&gt; Kisses I want, more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;Body so perfect, curvey and ample,&lt;br /&gt; So much to take in, I need more than a sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No funny ideas, before I continue,&lt;br /&gt; This poem is for all ages, adult down to child.&lt;br /&gt;I've talked of her body, that's nothing new,&lt;br /&gt; Now on to her personality, sweet and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is pleasent, she is sweet, so very caring,&lt;br /&gt; She likes to try new things, thinks nothing of sharing.&lt;br /&gt;She is funny, she is smart, and very very witty,&lt;br /&gt; All in all she is waesome, and incredibly pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Like&lt;br /&gt;© 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158906958300039438-5705186864158720240?l=soldierpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5705186864158720240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158906958300039438&amp;postID=5705186864158720240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/5705186864158720240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/5705186864158720240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-wife.html' title='My Wife'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236984974652576176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158906958300039438.post-710219176960354305</id><published>2008-03-21T15:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:43:29.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Motivation</title><content type='html'>Pt hurts, its not really fun,&lt;br /&gt;Yet for you I'd run from here to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds corny, cheesy, and dumb,&lt;br /&gt;But the fact of the matter is without you I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me, I cannot describe,&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't around, I'm sure I would die.&lt;br /&gt;My heart would stop, not just out of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;But mostly as an effort to be with your hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, when I'm near you my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Flitters and flutters, then goes pitter-patter.&lt;br /&gt;When our lips touch, the fireworks go off,&lt;br /&gt;The excitement is so great, I just can't back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, they entrace me, your voice is so hot,&lt;br /&gt;Your whole enitre being, ordinary it's not.&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, special, and one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;You are the rare gem that I've wanted to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Like © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158906958300039438-710219176960354305?l=soldierpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/710219176960354305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158906958300039438&amp;postID=710219176960354305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/710219176960354305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/710219176960354305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/pt-hurts-its-not-really-fun-yet-for-you.html' title='My Motivation'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236984974652576176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158906958300039438.post-3985024474724091162</id><published>2008-03-21T13:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:31:45.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Off</title><content type='html'>Ok. This is my first blog ever, so I'd just like to dedicate everything that I post to my wonderful, beautiful wife Jessica. I love her so much that I can't even describe. I'd like to use this blog as an outlet for my creative and artistic abilities in the form of poems. I'll also address any comment made on here when I get the chance to. I will also update this blog whenever I can. A little background first.&lt;br /&gt;  I first met my wife when I was a freshman in college. I met her on the internet (so trust me internet CAN work, you just have to be careful). After a few months of just talking to her through aim, we exchanged phone numbers and kept in touch. A few months LATER, I started to realize that I was beginning to fall in love with not the physical features (as we hadn't met yet), but more the personality. The way she talked, how passionate she was about some of the same issues as I, she was just a very nice person to talk to. She is one of those people who are easy to talk to and you just feel more comfortable around her.&lt;br /&gt;  So, after a bit of talking on the phone, we decided to meet. We met and it was just magic. We hung out for awhile, and I just KNEW that this was the one. We moved in with each other, all the while falling more and more in love. After about 3 years of knowing one another, we decided to get married. We didn't have much money at the time, but we took what we had, went down to the courthouse, and tied the knot.&lt;br /&gt;  9 Months later, we were parents. Being a dad is one of the best things I have ever experienced and I'm so glad that I get to experience it with my wife.   We actually plan on getting REmarried in the spring/summer sometime after I finish my second AIT (Advanced Individual Training). Yes I signed up to go into the Army and am now going Active Duty (still don't know where I'll be stationed at so don't ask). I will try to post pictures of my family on here but it will be kinda hard since I don't have a scanner, camera, or computer of my own.&lt;br /&gt;   Well, thats about it as far as the speed posting goes. My son is now 1 and I can't wait to see what the years ahead hold for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158906958300039438-3985024474724091162?l=soldierpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3985024474724091162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158906958300039438&amp;postID=3985024474724091162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/3985024474724091162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/3985024474724091162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/starting-off_21.html' title='Starting Off'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236984974652576176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158906958300039438.post-8050901622860658097</id><published>2008-03-21T12:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:43:06.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Queen</title><content type='html'>(This one I wrote when my wife had dark brown hair)&lt;br /&gt;I sit here now in utter silence,&lt;br /&gt;Stunned at what i now hold.&lt;br /&gt;A picture, small and homely,&lt;br /&gt;Yet a face it shows, brave and bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful woman dark of hair,&lt;br /&gt;A woman who can do whatever she dare.&lt;br /&gt;Someone special, to me at least,&lt;br /&gt;The one for whom I would set a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast would be worthy of royalty,&lt;br /&gt;With Queen sitting on a throne of gold.&lt;br /&gt;The Queen is pretty, her beauty unsurpassed,&lt;br /&gt;That Queen is my wife with my heart as her throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had rough times, but hey, who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;I know our love has strength everlastin'.&lt;br /&gt;She is my Quees, my heart is her servant,&lt;br /&gt;Yet happy it is, and eager to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Like  © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6158906958300039438-8050901622860658097?l=soldierpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8050901622860658097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6158906958300039438&amp;postID=8050901622860658097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/8050901622860658097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6158906958300039438/posts/default/8050901622860658097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soldierpoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/starting-off.html' title='My Queen'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16236984974652576176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
