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 Aug 2013 Diab did
Elizabeth Ann
There once was a girl
Who knew not a soul
Who lied or cursed
Or drunk or swore
She lived very happy
In her innocent life
Tucked in warm hands
That bore no knife
But as she grew
Marks up the wall
Her knowledge of the world
Was surprisingly small
She looked in wonder
At the people around
And wondered aloud
Why she was so safe and sound
Everyone seemed dangerous
With lies and a past
That swore to haunt them
'Till the days of their last
This little girl
So confused and blind
Opened her arms,
Her heart, her mind
But the world was cruel
It smirked with disgust
To teach her a lesson
This world, it must
Her arms became ******
Bruised with cuts
Her heart broke in two
Her mind left to rust
So this innocent girl
Who cared so much
Turned her back on the world
For she had cared too much
Honored Man

A man who seemed so big
Yet would give the world to me
With hands made of stone
A life that you should know

He was a old time Cop you see
A Sergeant that walked the streets
In a time when cops just knew
How to enforced a law or two

A soldier in several wars
Americas worth fighting for
Those words I heard him say
When asked about those days

He was a prisoner of the war
But he would not say much more
We knew they tortured him
But they say he never gave in

At home he started hard
Drinking at every bar
But a family he still raised
Thats how it was those days

Then one day he just slowed down
And he put the bottle down
He became the man I knew
And tought me a thing or two

He was married for 50 years
To a woman he loved so dear
Till one day she left his side
To go to a better life

My grandfather was a gentle man
So calm when he held my hand
He gave so much in life
And he taught me how to write

By Carl Joseph Roberts (August 2013)



In
Loving
Memory
And In Honor of Sgt. Harold A. Yates ( Hank)
My grandfather who shared the love of poetry
Christian
Husband
Father
Soldier
Cop
Sergeant
Grandfather
­Great Grandfather

This Cross for him
If you are a follower of my poems and like many that you read, please know it is because of my grandfather that I write. My grandfather shared with me his love for poetry and allowed me to read his poetry books. It was from his love that I took up writing and it is in his honor that I put down my words for all to read.
 Aug 2013 Diab did
Wolfgirl
Freedom
 Aug 2013 Diab did
Wolfgirl
I'm starting to feel like you have me in a living prison, and my own life energy makes the bars stronger. My plans never included you, but somehow you held on along the way, dragging me back into that alley you led me down that day. You act helpless, but you must not be aware that a strong creature finds false weakness repulsive.
I'm not responsible to you. I don't owe you anything. (If anyone owes anything, it's you.) I don't have to make you happy. (It's impossible anyway.) You've been using me. Well now that I have no use for you, good-bye!
I'm climbing the clouds and you're afraid of all that nothingness. I'm touching the sun, and it's a little warm up there for you. And somehow I don't think running through the flowery meadows is really your style. That's okay, I want to do it alone.
Not really a poem, but I write to get my feelings off my chest. And so I can look back and make sure I don't make the same mistakes. ;)
 Aug 2013 Diab did
Melanie
It is you
That I still desire

So I must get high er
And high er

Than did
Amelia 
Like 
Earhart

High er
And high er

You drift
Furth er
With
My heart
Apart

Somebody!
Anybody!
Will you just please
Step as to-wards
Start the part
Where, when it 
All did start 

When 
Your grip
Grew tight er..

Take me with spite
Ravage 
Me with you in
Hale me 
With smoke
Me in
Out slowly
In
Out
In
Out

You
Breath
Me

You weep me
When need be
Like a tree does
You leave me

A drug induced
Hung er
You feed me
High er

You offer me 
An all night er

Life had
Never been 
Oh so much
Bright er!

Let me go back,
Back to then
When I didn't know
The things at me
Life would throw

Round 
And around
And around
I would go

Where'st the wind
Take me now,
I shall
Soon to know

What had been
What could of been
Should've been

Back then

Just lie here,
Lie here
Next to;
Beside me
As if to
Forget all that
You had lied to me

I would ask
Then,
If I could go
Back when

Round 
And around
And around
We, would go

We sure
Did spin
Back then
Way back when..


A schreech
Then a halt,
This was out 
Out of even 
My reach

We came
To a stop
How?
Why?
Your grip
Unraveled,
You had let go

Muffled 
My words were,
Like you, they too
Had gotten away from me

I sensed 
You looking
While I
Listened in
To the
Wind blow

What you,
For me
Had store, 
No, not
Couture

Hell, I wasn't
Even sure
If you were

Twas the
Saddest
Of ever a surprise,
As you 
Right looked me
In the eyes

Panic 
Fell within me;
Piercing
Fell upon me

As did your eyes

You asked 
Are you ******* happy?

No.
No. I replied.
I'm not.
Not when 
You're not

Forgive me not
Forget I will not,
What your revenge filled resent
Has taught
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