Corey Daniels' My Steady Catchphrase

This was a past Web site item in 2006. Cadet Lieutenant Corey Daniels' Web site is a dead link and I can only find his one book of poetry, which you can order from Amazon.com: Buy My Steady Catchphrase at Amazon.com.

I hope that Cadet Lieutenant Daniels, another contact from the great Carolyn Howard-Johnson, is doing well and is safe wherever he is. Please, Cadet Lieutenant, reply and let us know how you are!

Soldiers Return



Cadet Lieutenant Colonel Corey Daniels, US Air Force



Note: Cadet Lieutenant Colonel Daniels, referred by PWP friend Carolyn Howard-Johnson (SUPPORT OUR TROOPS), is our first USAF poet! We salute Carolyn and Cadet Lieutenant Colonel Daniels for being awesome poets, and offer gratitude to the impressive young man whose poem we reprint with pride! We are also happy to support a fellow PublishAmerica author (Kristin Johnson has been published by PA.)



M E D I A R E L E A S E



CONTACT: Carolyn Howard-Johnson, publicist or Corey Daniels, author

Phone: (610)-342-7146

E-mail: HoJoNews@aol.com or coreyddelgado@yahoo.com

For Immediate Release


Author Publishes First Book of Poetry at Only Twenty-Two


"The soldiers stood proud,

their chest out and backs straight,

except for their hearts"



Allentown, PA -- Corey Daniels, a twenty-two year old poet, will release his first book of poetry, My Steady Catchphrase, this fall.



Daniels, a young Air Force veteran, says he is fond of the quote above from the
poem "Soldiers Return" because "people tend to hide on the outside what they truly feel on the inside."



A resident of Allentown since grade school, Daniels' second book of poetry, My
Steady Catchphrase II Broken Confessions has been submitted to PA and he is
working on a third.



Daniels' poems deal with failure, misunderstanding and gratification, emotions
that touch us all. The military is an important thread as well and he gathers
images from his experience in high school Air Force Junior Reserve Officer Corp
(ROTC); and his service with the Air Force. At Eglin Air Force Base, Fort Walton
Beach, FL.



Publish America, Baltimore, Md., has been serving authors since 1999. Ingram's
chairman John Ingram stated recently, "Having worked with Publish America
throughout its six-year history of steady growth, I am proud to be associated with such a forward thinking company that is bringing the reality of traditional book publishing to many thousands of new authors."


Learn more about Corey Daniels at
http://www.coreydaniels.net


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Support Materials available electronically or by post on request.





Corey Daniels,
Author of My Steady Catchphrase: Book of Poetry

http://www.coreydaniels.net

corey@coreydaniels.net



Soldiers Return



The soldiers stood proud

Their chest out

And backs straight

Except for their hearts

Disserted for years it seemed

Waiting patiently

Incapable to withstand the steady pain

Of the emptiness and lonely emotions

Trying not to show it

Still they stood strong and quiet

Pondering what was next

Questioning their very soul

Knowing for sure they were very confused

Stock-still they remained

Meditating in restraint

The burden of control

Hindered from their leathered hearts

Only to look more disturbed

Frustrated

Separated

Regulated

To whom they waved

Longing to be molded back to society

And thus attempting to forget the past

The killing

The Torture

Wouldn’t be missed

Resentment much too great

And so they stand

Staring into the crowd

As they waved

Saturated in selfless depression

Hardly showing expressions

Not just one soul

But for all

Those who live in the shadows of guilt



Such is a true soldier…



Copyright ©2006 Corey Daniels

Dessa Byrd Reed, USO Volunteer, Poet

I have known Dessa Byrd Reed, author of THE BUTTERFLY TOUCH and SEVEN BRIDGES, for many years. She is a gifted poet and teacher. She donates her time to the USO at Palm Springs International Airport. In her column "Poetic Living," originally publishing in January 2008 in our local publication The Desert Woman, she has this to say about poetry:

Life itself, with its intense emotions, is poetry ~ just as poetry reflects life. Living poetically is acute awareness ~ how we interpret people, places, and things. It is about originality and creativity. Our daily “routine” can be an adventure poem of imagination and fantasy or it can be a dark poem of drama and lessons learned.

What a profound summation of the poet-warrior's journey. People such as Aaron Gilbert and Lloyd King are certainly acutely aware of life in all its fullness. I adore Dessa's insights and highly recommend her Web site, www.dessareed.net.

The Marine

THE MARINE Sergeant Aaron M. Gilbert, US Marine Corps Note: Sergeant Gilbert is well known on the Internet and among patriotic Web sites for his writings. We honor Sergeant Gilbert's family and their sacrifice. We support Corporal Gilbert and applaud his service and sacrifice. We also thank people like Richard Carlson, US Navy (Ret.), and his wife Merlene, for bringing Sergeant Gilbert's message to the public that supports American soldiers. We all came together, Both young and old To fight for our freedom, To stand and be bold. In the midst of all evil, We stand our ground, And we protect our country From all terror around. Peace and not war, Is what some people say. But I'll give my life, So you can live the American way. I give you the right To talk of your peace. To stand in your groups, and protest in our streets. But still I fight on, I don't bitch, I don't whine. I'm just one of the people Who is doing your time. I'm harder than nails, Stronger than any machine. I'm the immortal soldier, I'm a U.S. MARINE! So stand in my shoes, And leave from your home. Fight for the people who hate you, With the protests they've shown. Fight for the stranger, Fight for the young. So they all may have, The greatest freedom you've won. Fight for the sick, Fight for the poor Fight for the cripple, Who lives next door. But when your time comes, Do what I've done. For if you stand up for freedom, You'll stand when the fight's done. USS Saipan, Persian Gulf, 2003 Copyright (c) Aaron M. Gilbert, 2003 DISCLAIMER: All poems are the intellectual property of the poets involved and cannot be reproduced without permission.

When Eagles Learn To Fly

A big thank you to Terri Lukach of the Armed Forces Information Service for doing a brilliant story on the Poet Warrior Project in 2005.

The original Poet Warrior site has now been reincarnated as a blog!

From PWP Poet RED DOG:


"Kenneth R. "DOC" Walker and I have teamed up and we are going to try and put
together a CD.



If you will turn your speakers on (sounds better on a stereo system) and click the URL below. Once there, click the play button on the blue player and read the words below it as it plays.



Doc and I hope you enjoy the song.



The War Within



Thank You.

Semper Fidelis

Doc Walker & Red Dog




After hearing the song, all we can say is: These guys need to be on Bill O'Reilly!

Why Poet Warriors?

"It is the soldier, not the poet who has given us freedom of speech."--Father Denis Edward O'Brien

We of the poet Warrior Project honor the lives, thoughts and souls of our soldiers in the US Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, and Coast Guard. We recognize that, while many of the intelligentsia believe the words "soldier" and "poet" are antonyms, poets and warriors have been synonymous since Sun Tzu. From the British World War I poets to the American Revolution to the ancient Greeks, soldiers have chronicled the military life. Our men and women in the armed forces are bearing witness to a life lived to the fullest. These poems are part of our history. We invite soldier poets TO submit their works.

When Eagles Learn to Fly


by PFC Jamie A. Goldstein

2nd Battalion, 58th Infantry Regiment, US Army



This is the poem that launched it all...PFC Jamie A. Goldstein sent us this poem in May 2005 while he was in training. PFC Goldstein has now been deployed to Iraq. We pray for PFC Goldstein, applaud and honor his service to the United States of America, and applaud his mother, Wendy Goldstein, for bringing this poem to the attention of the American people. We honor and salute the Goldstein family for their sacrifice and for raising a remarkable young soldier whose eloquence, maturity and vision move us.



High atop a mountain,

The newest look around.

In their hearts they yearn to jump,

But to the nest, they’re bound.

They see what’s going on abroad,

And it consumes their thoughts.

There’s shoes to fill and prey to kill,

And targets to be caught.

They may be mean, they may be angry,

Strong may be their drive.

But all of that means nothing,

‘Til these eagles learn to fly.



They sacrifice their blood and sweat,

Earn feathers one-by-one,

And bleed and sweat they will, until

The day of training’s done.

And at that time, they then reflect,

On things they all have learned,

And often re-read passages,

From pages that they’ve turned.

With contempt for their confinement,

They sing verses as they cry,

But that will all soon change

When these eagles learn to fly.




Their blood is hot. Their eyes are cold.

Their hearts know not of fear.

They dream of wreaths of olive leaves,

But still clutch tight their spears.

Collectively they ponder,

The enemies they will try.

They’ve skills to hone and wings to grow,

But that, they know, takes time.

When the sand has fell completely,

And their wings spread true and wide,

They’ll soar across the skyline

And the world shall hear them cry:



“Those who dare burn olive branches,

Those who force their way,

Those who seize what isn’t theirs,

And dare refuse to pay,

Those who live by wicked values,

And dare to walk with pride,

Clear your throat and swallow,

For we have learned to fly!”



“Those who dare crusade,

Against the name of what is just,

Those who dare raise arms,

By exploiting others’ trust,

And expect a repercussion,

No more violent than a sigh,

Today you shall be proven wrong,

For we have learned to fly!”



“Those who dare condemn us,

For enjoying our free will,

Those who feel our choices,

Make us wrong enough to kill,

Those who dare assault us,

Anywhere at any time –

You’ve met your final adversary;

For we have learned to fly!”



14 January 2005

Copyright © Jamie A. Goldstein, 2005

DISCLAIMER: All poems are the intellectual property of the poets involved and cannot be reproduced without permission.