Poetry from Jerry Langdon

Light skinned man with dark short hair and a white collared shirt seated at an angle.
Jerry Langdon
Salute My Heroes

The blood of my heroes will never dry;
Their memory will never die.
The fallen shall stand again in me.
I will carry the ghost of tragedy.
The blood of my brethren is that of mine.
Their memory is my daily wine.
I raise my glass without dispute;
In those valor halls I do salute.
My brethren, My heroes; the life I owe.
The respect they deserve; The love I show.
A monument of honor lives in me.
Looking at my hands it's their blood I see.
I owe them more than I can give.
They will be remembered as long as I live.


Hey Santa 

Hey Santa, out there in your sleigh
Ho Ho Hoing all the way
Will you drop by?
Hey Santa, riding through the snow
With your list so you know; 
Will you drop by?
Hey Santa, don't forget me tonight,
Don't forget to turn off the light.
Hey Santa, out there all alone
With everyone safe at home;
Could you come by?
Hey Santa, with you finger on your nose
Waiting for young eyes to close;
Could you come by?
Hey Santa, would you bring peace to this house?
I promise to be still as a mouse.
But it is only a fantasy
The night was too dreary
He just couldn't see
Hearts were too weary
He couldn't help me
And the world filled with pain.
Hey Santa, out there in the sky
With that gleam in your eye;
Do you remember me?
Hey Santa, out there on your sleigh
Laughing all the way;
Do you remember me?
Hey Santa, don't tell me peace has gone away;
There has to be hope for a better day.

(Based on and inspired by Pink Floyd "Hey You")

From South-Western Michigan, Jerry Langdon lives in Germany since the early 90's. He is an artist and ooet. His works bathe in a darker side of emotion and fantasy. He has released five books of Poetry titled "Temperate Darkness an Behind the Twilight Veil", “Death and other cold things” “Rollercoaster Heart” and “Frosted Dreams” Jerry is also the editor and publisher of the literary magazine Raven Cage Zine poetry and prose. His poetic inspirations are derived from poets such as Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As well as from various rock bands. His apparently twisted mind, twists and intertwines fantasy with reality.