ngaio-c-beck - Hello Poetry

The desert moon looked down on us From a sparkling starlit sky Two lonely weary travelers Just my Naomi and I The empty Pecos Valley now Down from the" Great Divide" Time and again I would have quit But for Naomi at my side We looked in vain for natures' gifts From the cruel and stubborn soil Many fortunes made out there Of gold of silver,of oil! We worked all through the daylight hours Beneath the blazin' sun We loaded wagons,tired as hell And always on the run I noticed somethin' yesterday Out the corner of my eye Naomi staggers once or twice And gave a sort of sigh I realize this cannot go on To do so would be cruel I know it's kind of heartless but I'll need another mule

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Jul 6, 2013

Jul 6, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC

Naomi

The desert moon looked down on us From a sparkling starlit sky Two lonely weary travelers Just my Naomi and I The empty Pecos Valley now Down from the" Great Divide" Time and again I would have quit But for Naomi at my side We looked in vain for natures' gifts From the cruel and stubborn soil Many fortunes made out there Of gold of silver,of oil! We worked all through the daylight hours Beneath the blazin' sun We loaded wagons,tired as hell And always on the run I noticed somethin' yesterday Out the corner of my eye Naomi staggers once or twice And gave a sort of sigh I realize this cannot go on To do so would be cruel I know it's kind of heartless but I'll need another mule

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It's quiet now,no sound I hear The big guns rest,and so does fear The snow has hardened with the dead Blue-ish figures,battle-bred Silently I wait for dawn I wonder if I'll live that long I see the wound a crystal-red A while before,oh how it bled The pain is dull I'm cold and numb When warm black sleep begins to come And summons dreamscapes,one by one There before me,row by row Frozen dead men seem to grow A horrid garden in the snow Grim distorted blackish flowers I cannot say if theirs or ours I do not know why this was done I cannot say who lost or won I hear it now,that final call In battles' rage we had to fall In death we're brothers Brothers All!

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Jul 6, 2013

Jul 6, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC

Beautiful Ardennes

It's quiet now,no sound I hear The big guns rest,and so does fear The snow has hardened with the dead Blue-ish figures,battle-bred Silently I wait for dawn I wonder if I'll live that long I see the wound a crystal-red A while before,oh how it bled The pain is dull I'm cold and numb When warm black sleep begins to come And summons dreamscapes,one by one There before me,row by row Frozen dead men seem to grow A horrid garden in the snow Grim distorted blackish flowers I cannot say if theirs or ours I do not know why this was done I cannot say who lost or won I hear it now,that final call In battles' rage we had to fall In death we're brothers Brothers All!

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It was dark in the mountains of Sollum Near Benghazi close by the sea And the shadows of early September They cling to the dark Euka tree The night fell softly around us The dunes brought a cool restful peace The skies list their Orange-bursting thunder As the shell-fire would finally cease Our dead,(yes alas there were many) Burning on with a smell oh so foul Was mixed with the odor of dying And the final expelling of bowel We waited,(we numbered just five now) Of the hundred that came to this place While a victory we never doubted It's now bitter finish we face Our names and this battle forgotten Again 'neath the soft desert moon A lover and there his beloved They rest by the old Moorish ruin The desert will cover our presence In less than a lifetime or so O'er our graves the Bedouin wanders And the laboring caravans go

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Jul 3, 2013

Jul 3, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC

Dreams,(in the Western Desert)

It was dark in the mountains of Sollum Near Benghazi close by the sea And the shadows of early September They cling to the dark Euka tree The night fell softly around us The dunes brought a cool restful peace The skies list their Orange-bursting thunder As the shell-fire would finally cease Our dead,(yes alas there were many) Burning on with a smell oh so foul Was mixed with the odor of dying And the final expelling of bowel We waited,(we numbered just five now) Of the hundred that came to this place While a victory we never doubted It's now bitter finish we face Our names and this battle forgotten Again 'neath the soft desert moon A lover and there his beloved They rest by the old Moorish ruin The desert will cover our presence In less than a lifetime or so O'er our graves the Bedouin wanders And the laboring caravans go

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I slept in a garden of mushrooms And dreamed the most elegant dream You were a Golden Hibiscus And I was a poor Navy Bean I snapped and you hardly noticed You were charmed by the trees high above Never once in your elegant splendor Would you notice a poor bean in love 'Round your roots my pods would meander You huddled as sun would go down In twilight a bean seems no grander Never chosen corsage for a gown We'll die off when winters' upon us The garden all gone with the snows Maybe next Spring I'll come back an Orchid In my dreams! Well one never knows.

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Jul 3, 2013

Jul 3, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC

Fasol

I slept in a garden of mushrooms And dreamed the most elegant dream You were a Golden Hibiscus And I was a poor Navy Bean I snapped and you hardly noticed You were charmed by the trees high above Never once in your elegant splendor Would you notice a poor bean in love 'Round your roots my pods would meander You huddled as sun would go down In twilight a bean seems no grander Never chosen corsage for a gown We'll die off when winters' upon us The garden all gone with the snows Maybe next Spring I'll come back an Orchid In my dreams! Well one never knows.

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