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Think  there is a
militeryman in my wordrobe
I did,
I gave him a poke
he just fell in to dust
mother dear
why is my hair falling out
mother dear
why when
I try to hug you
you fall to dust in my arms
mother dear
was that noise
an atomic bomb?
Take me down while standing tall
into shattered pieces fall
laughing now tears rush by
rolling down from this high
what is known, what is seen
wash this battered mind to clean
watch me smile here and past
rictus grins that will not last
knowing of the pain to come
colouring each and every moment fun
screaming now in joy or pain
always have they felt the same
only in this sea at dark
when light is gone and hope depart
there i find that fateful step
to take me up the ***** so swept
then i smile, i laugh once more
offer myself as emotions *****
though in that moment of breathlessness
where i don't have to face this test
there is a hope that i'll just stop
no more struggle to that top
dear ocean then, call my soul
let me pretend that i am whole
for i would swim the waters again
please, let me swim the waters again.
When the freedom bird sings
We will stand tall
When the freedom bird asks
We will answer the call
One voice
One people
One nation
No white brown of black
But brothers joined in blood
Shed on so many brutal fields
Blood of many nations
Blood shed for liberties flag
You speak not my language brother
But you bled and died for me
You saw me not as white
I saw you not as black
But as my brother in arms
Countryman of mine who answered the call
Who on this foreign land did fall
I held you as your last breath you took
Your blood with mine into the earth did soak
And who could say which blood was yours
Say which blood was mine
None for our blood flowed deepest red
Forever lives entwined
~~~

The unsung heroes
They work every day
Without complaint
At a job with low pay.

There are not many are out there
Who place their laurels
On the person who's right
But ends a quarrel.

It takes a person
Internally strong
To accept a defeat
And say they were wrong!

Those little things matter!
But don't get much ink
Like the husband who shaves
And cleans up the sink!

The mother who picks up
The toys from the stairs
The wife who cleans drains
And removes the hair.

The child who sees
That grandma is old
And therefore replaces
The toilet roll!

The boyfriend who remembers
The day of first date
A girl who pays dutch
To help out her mate.

Remember that you
Are needed and wanted!
So many small tasks
Are taken for granted.

At last the bell
Is taken and rung
For the persons who do this...

... *the heroes unsung.
SoulSurvivor
5/11/2015


And thanks to all the people
Who comment and repost
Even when they are not read!
I don't have a lot of time
Right now... I wish I could read
More. You folks really matter to me!

~~~
A point some may say is not so
Poetry maybe the bud of philosophy
This is a point in my head, I suppose
yet, an emotion in my heart, I know!

Poetry could quite possibly be
What fertilized
The study of philosophy

Poetry has become a whimsy of the past
Evidently fluency of the word
Is a talent that interest has
Supposedly surpassed

The world has become computerized and numb
Philosophy has become secondary
Some who are seeking knowledge see philosophy as a crumb

As if it is not important
To understand man's soul
To write within the heart of wisdom
So that man does not turn into lumps of coal

The next time you read a poem
Let it's aroma last
Absorb the philosophy*
*Do not make poetry fluency forever part of the past
LET IT BLOOM FOREVER TO ENHANCE!!!!!!!
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