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As the Sun Rises

From out of the smoke we will rise
The weight of these chains we will break
From his face we will rip the deceitful guise
The spirit of our brothers and sisters we will wake

My blood flows free yet I do not weaken
My feet clothed in blisters yet I feel no pain
For my children’s lives I will not bargain
Though my anger burns my calm will remain

From beneath his foot our people we will remove
The hate he has implanted we will unbind with fire
The lies he  feeds  the blind  we will disprove
We will watch him drown in desperation’s mire

With only a stance we will shake every plain
With only a look we shine with the force of the sun
My feet clothed in blisters yet I feel no pain
My blood flowing free yet I will not weaken
 

~FJ Thomas
….we are not of only one race in this family


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Slave

Like a herd of cattle, placed on a ship.
Upon my back, I felt their whip!
Ripping into my flesh, excruciating pain.
Forced across the big water on a trip.

Living in darkness with little to eat.
The feel of chains around my feet.
Amidst tortured cries, the ship did shake.
Waves pounded the hull with relentless beat.

Only once a day, would we see the sky.
Huge sails, caused the ship to fly.
Further and further away from my home.
Feeling confused not understanding why!

A white devil, steered the wooden ship.
All his mates evil with scabbed putrid lips.
Yet we, depended on them for our lives.
Without them, into the ocean we'd slip.

The journey long, felt like an eternity!
I longed to be anywhere but on the sea.
My mind occupied with thoughts of my home.
yet, I could not escape this horrible enemy!

Sick and dying were forced to walk the plank.
Then into the cold water they quickly sank.
The sailors laughed, as the last man was tossed!
Their spirits boistered with the rum they drank.

Many days later we finally made land.
A place of stone and wood, I could see no sand.
Crack of the whip, we rose to our feet.
"Off of my ship!"was the devil's final command!


For Verlena's "Writing in a black Perspective" Contest



Story continued for my own pleasure, not part of the entry.

Slave Part Two

Brought in chains, to a raised wooden stage.
Bids tallied carefully, sales written on a page.
That was when I witnessed, a most perfect girl.
Bought by a fat man, she was placed in a cage!

I was up next, I stood still as he bid on me.
"One dollar, gimme two, two dollars, sold for three!"
Then I was taken and locked up in the cage with her.
Together we both dreamt, of one day being free.

Brought to the plantation, in late September.
I worked in cotton fields, until November.
Then I would be purposed, to cutting fire wood.
For cold and snow came, by early December.

In the evening, we were left to be with our kind.
While in the big house, our master dined.
Later at dusk, my angel girl would come.
Her beauty so amazing, she made me blind!

The taste of her body, my rememberance of home.
We gave each other pleasure, when we were alone.
Even though the master, wanted her for only him.
I felt like a free man, when I would hear her moan!

Her pregnant, I wondered if the child was mine?
If I was the father, I would be bound in twine.
Still inside I prayed, that the child belonged to me.
In the end, that would be certainly be fine.

Nine months later, almost to the day.
The love of my life was taken away.
In death our child born, middle of September.
The master's anger, I could not sway.

I was awoken, ripped out of my bed!
He took out a musket loaded with lead.
Finally free, in spirit we both travel.
There are certainly worse things, than being dead!












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The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.


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WHERE FROZEN EMBERS STILL BURN

WHERE FROZEN EMBERS STILL BURN

When will periwinkle dreams entwine with my lifesong?
  deadly winter has blanket me? [Long, ah! so long...]
Has bloody ferns swirl then froze me as falling snow
  for acrid critiques cold cloud? [T'was wrong, Oh so wrong...]

Doubts and worries weaken my weary feet
  but teeming catalysts from a compassionate God
    activate talent embers, once frozen to heat--
telling: "TRUST, GO AND START!", an alarm from above.

Bearing a faith anew, I spread my wings to fly;
  walking even over blitz agonizing talk for ply.
Cracking myself from iceberg of fears--
  twining myself to God's glory, a clear dear!

Braiding faith and hardwork in cornerstone steel,
  spirits shoot hope that guards, a powerful feel.
Unfolding gifts from long frozen hearts to burn,
  now mightily restored with heaven's love way turn...

(c)
10:16am
August 22, 2014


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A Letter To Dear George

Dear Lord Byron
Please don't be upset
I wish to call you George
With affection and respect

The "Destruction of Sennacherib"
I was introduced to your poem
I learned it word for word
As I sat home all alone

You see George the meaning
Is much more than you know
In school I had no success
I was considered quite slow

Empowered by your words
Assyrians coming down
I spoke with true emotion
For once I wasn't a clown

When I spoke of your steed 
With his nostrils all wide
Within the deep of me
I experienced pride

Like the leaves in your forest
When summer is green
You provided inspiration 
I now travel where you've been

With a pen held in my hand
My destruction I escape
Within my troubled mind
New ideas take their shape

I'm gifted with freedom
Words of power do supply
Whether reading or writing
They provide me with my high

So George, I humbly thank you
You're truly the reason why
I travel within the words
They're the gift that help me fly

With anticipation
I know one day we'll meet
Beyond the gates of heaven
Please reserve for me a seat

The Father of all poets
Will speak in splendid tones
We'll marvel at his spirit
We will feel it in our bones

For poets are connected
In very intricate ways
Time is not of consequence 
Our words are a form of praise


As a child when I committed Lord Byrons poem to memory,
I had no idea it was a story from the Bible. Being he was a 
believer I wanted to honor both him and our God. Thanks
Monterey, I think this is a great topic for a poem. I also 
chose to write in the same form as he had for "The Destruction 
of Sennacherib". This was the first and only form I wrote in
prior to coming to the soup. I thank all the poets here who have
helped me grow, yourself included Monterey.






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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


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Remember the Alamo

The Texans weren't supposed to be
 Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
 Said he had a vision.

Bowie wanted to save the fort.
 So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
 Carnage there was massive.

Two hundred men would die that day.
 One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
 Too few men to stop it.

Santa Anna won the battle,
 Taking back the city.
He killed each and every soldier.
 Showing them no pity.

Santa Anna was defeated
 Outside San Jacento.
The Texans bore the battle cry,
 Remember Alamo!

1/15/2013
RAY


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Dad

In all my years I've never seen 
a face so weathered, yet seldom mean.
A semblance of a younger man
of whom I was the biggest fan.

A tired soul in eyes so hollow,
where he went this kid would follow.
Now he's resting more and moving less.
Is this what's left for God to bless?

Disease and age have beat him down,
yet no one ever sees him frown.
Mortal thoughts creep in as days go by.
What's it really like when we die?

But he won't dwell on that, with time so fleeting,
and his mind still sharp, despite the beating.
No he won't complain, why even bother?
My hero is this wonderful father.


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The Crone

A warning breeze bore tale of a familiar and fiery rage;
in the dread of night, a crone hobbled, accursed of her age  
by smoldering orange glow, she took to an ancient black tome 
raptly reciting incantations from a frail and ravaged page.

A century past, was the last time she’d seen them roam; 
that cursed dark knight and his dragon with scales of chrome.
Overwhelmed by terror, she’d tried hiding herself in her bed
but the dragon knew…he could sense her, and lit up her home.

Scarred by the inferno, disfigured she looked like the dead.
The whole village feared her, and quickly rumors had spread,
“You’re a witch, you’re a monster, you’ll curse us, don’t venture so near…
stay away from our town, leave us alone.” they had said. 

90 years of solitude, the crone spent every night with her fear;
entrenched in lore of ancients, spells feeble and others severe.
She committed her life to mastering the forbidden art
and now to her dread, dark knight and chrome dragon, drew near.

Though the breeze had granted her time, and a decent head-start,
the dragon had sensed her, and it wanted her heart.
Shaking, she whispered, casting spell after spell in the night, 
transfixed, she fluidly traced out a primeval star chart.

When she had finished, she took up a shawl brilliant white, 
hobbled out of her dwelling, and sang in the twinkling starlight.
Above her, the knight on his chrome beast made a dive
His sword in its sheath; he was expecting no fight.

The crone raised a finger, and with it, her will to survive.
Perseus, Prometheus, Orion, and Apollo did revive;
The lion, the ram, the bull and scorpion, from heaven crept
Beasts and heroes, gods and titans of ages past, came alive. 

The blanket of heaven descended, and all who had slept
marched on the dark knight and his dragon, to intercept.
The battle was fierce, but swiftly it ended.
The crone ended her song, and then finally she slept.

The life she had granted the stars had expended
what life she had left, though that was as she’d intended.
She’d committed her life to protecting her homeland
though they’d sent her away, still their lives she'd defended.

Now there’s a rare constellation of a gnarled old hand
choking out a chrome dragon which appears to be manned.
Written somewhere on a frail and ravaged page,
is a spell to summon her...though that book has been banned.

06/21/15
Submission for: FANTASY
Hosted by: Mystic Rose


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A Prayer of a Footballer

O Lord! Thou art my Coach
I shall never be defeated
 Strengthen me for this game
As I humble call on your name 

Invigorate my heart, mind and body
When I fall, pick me up and energize me
Grant me the tenacity to win every ball
And courage to stand whatever befall

Yea, though my opponents frighten me
Like roaring Lions out of their den
My great Coach always inspires me
Your pep talk! Your word! Uplifts me

Though fear and despair bites me
Like venomous snakes out of the shadow
My Lord is with me everywhere I go
You prepare a strategy to defeat my foe

When the final whistle is blown
And the team heads to the dressing room
May my Lord, the great Coach when He calls my name
Say “Gideon! You played like a Lion, you played the game” 

And surely victory, glory and goodness 
Will hunt me all the days of my life
And I shall look up to my Coach forever
Walking with me now and ever!

The Poet Preacher © 2014

Ps 18:39 My Coach has fortified me with strength [energy, power, strategy, capability] for the battle [big game, contest, combat]: He has subdued [vanquished, beaten, massacred, overpowered] my opponents.


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Soften Your Heart to Me

Soften your heart to me
For I long for your embrace
Turn that lock with lover’s key
Once more, let me see your face

Soften your heart to me
Hear me whisper in your ear
Reminders of "used to be"
When your heart to mine was near

Soften your heart to me
Break down these walls of pride
With your heart, my sorrow see
Let me lie down by your side

Soften your heart to me
Let these eyes forget to weep
Banish doubt; let all else flee
Give life to what's buried deep

Soften your heart to me
For I ache to taste your kiss
Let your lips with mine agree
And carry my soul to bliss

Soften your heart to me
For my days will not be long
The end of life I foresee
Let your heart to mine belong

Soften your heart to me
Please, love me like days gone by
Listen to my heart’s decree
Make love to me; make me sigh

Soften your heart to me
For soft is my heart and true
Take heed to my ardent plea
I'll soften the world for you

Eileen Manassian 
December 24, 2014


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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.


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Valhalla - Vikings' Paradise

In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
a place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
and an ending of all griefs and sorrows

The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield 
to Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
where they are restored to life fully healed

Each day the warriors fight on Asgard's plain
Their battle skills to sharpen and maintain 
Every evening wounds and injuries they sustain
are healed and each warrior made whole again

They dine on liquor and fresh cooked meat
that is always in great abundance for all
providing a delicious gourmet treat
at Odin's banquet in Valhalla's dining hall




July 18, 2014
 
Addition:
Here is the poem which aroused my childhood interest in the Vikings, and to 
which I referred in my reply to Shadow. I would like to share it with others.
It is "The Sea King's Burial" by Charles Mackay. It recalls the days when a 
Viking chief died and his body was placed in a boat. The vessel with full sail 
set and a fire lighted, was then sent drifting out to sea. It is a long poem so I 
am only quoting the first and last verses:


My strength is failing fast 
   (Said the sea-king to his men). 
I shall never sail the seas 
   Like a conqueror again, 
But while yet a drop remains 
Of the life-blood in my veins 
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed, 
Put the crown upon my head, 
Put my good sword in my hand, 
And so lead me to the strand, 
   Where my ship at anchor rides 
      Steadily; 
If I cannot end my life 
In the crimsoned battle-strife 
   Let me die as I have lived, 
      On the sea.
 
.......................................

Once alone a cry arose, 
   Half of anguish, half of pride, 
As he sprang upon his feet, 
   With the flames on every side. 
"I am coming! " said the king, 
Where the swords and bucklers ring, 
Where the warrior lives again, 
Where the souls of mighty men 
And the weary find repose, 
And the red wine ever flows, 
   I am coming, great -All-Father, 
      Unto thee! 
Unto Odin, unto Thor, 
And the strong, true hearts of yore: 
   I am coming to Valhalla 
      O'er the sea." 


http://www.rampantscotland.com/poetry/blpoems_seaking.htm  


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One Out Of Three

That homeless guy out on the corner,
Carrying a sign that says he’s hungry;
Maybe he’s just a drunk or a ‘stoner’, 
But he might be that one-out-of-three.

That one-out-of-three is a veteran,
Who in uniform served his country.
There’s a good chance he has an addiction,
Or is still suffering from PTSD.

One out of three of those ones-out-of-three
Fought in one of America’s wars.
Did he scream on a beach in Normandy,
Or did he at Inchon go ashore.

Did he hunt Charlie in a rice paddy?
Was he in the Balkans, or lost in the sand?
One out of three of those ones-out-of-three,
Were the heroes who once took a stand.

If you can spare a few dollars, then feed them.
If not, at least hear what they say.
Their country may no longer need them, 
But they don’t deserve to be thrown away.

They might not have all bled in battle, 
But each one came home a casualty.
With your help, they may someday be able
To leave the ranks of the one-out-of-three.


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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."


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MAN'S LIFE

MAN’S LIFE


Man’s life:
The jumping out of a plane resembles
Right Into the arms of gravity’s demands 
That anxiously pulls him onto the ground
As his prevailing destiny commands

No parachute on his back is to be found
For him to avoid the inevitable impact
So he must soon find a way to escape
Before all his hopes are really whacked 

Between the plane and the ground though
A distance, short or long, to cover must have 
That definitely indicates the length of his life  
That no-one, certainly, has the right to halve 

The drama of Man has though just started
As he is having no command over his will
But the glory of his indubitable spirit
Makes him stand up and never kneel 

He laughs at his own condemnation  
And proudly declares: I am here to live
Do not care when my fall will be over
Fear in my heart I'll never forgive

He begins enjoying his hastening falling 
As he makes plans a myriad dreams to fulfill
My works, with all his force, triumphantly shouts: 
Even when I go, here they are going to be still

Thus Man victorious of life’s adventure emerges 
Having beaten all odds and the fear of death 
A monument is he now of wisdom and valor
Since never gives up till his very last breath! 

 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   14 OCTOBER 2013
                                        



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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.


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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.


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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!


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Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


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THE CROSSING

THE CROSSING* 

1.
On the bank of oblivion’s river 
A soul hastily arrives   
Wishing to cross on the other side
Where eternity resides 

2. 
Has been preparing for the crossing  
Since the first day of her birth
But now that the moment is so near
She is afraid of her death

3.
More few moments she is begging     
For much better to prepare 
Before the Charon with his boat 
Her, to perpetuity transfer   

4.
Death however is adamant
Since to delay he can not
So he is reminding the soul
That it is her mortal lot  

5.
With dread she is now boarding
For the trip of no return
But surprised she is to find
That this is of no concern

6.
As the crossing is completed
And the soul disembarks 
On the land of sanctified 
This is now what remarks

7.
All worries and all burdens 
That she carried all along
When imprisoned in the body
In that place don’t belong

8.
For first time she is sensing 
Real freedom in her being 
Such amount of love and beauty  
This world has never seen

9.
At an instance she turns holy 
And with angels she soars
To the heavens of the blessed
Where her creator adores!



© Demetrios Trifiatis 
  16 OCTOBER 2013


* In my previous poem I dealt with " MAN'S LIFE", "THE CROSSING" deals with what 
comes after that! If one has the time it would be a good idea to read both for a 
better understanding of the circle of life and death as it is presented here! Thank 
you!


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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


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Totem Pole

When I aim to please wholeheartedly,
The political scene still knows me.
It never tries to ignore me,
And never desires to fight for me.





©2014 Honestly JT


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A Fight for the Green

There passed amid the crowded fair a lady
All clad in stately gown of em'rald green
With golden trim and diamonds all a-sparkle
It was, I say in truth, a comely scene

Her hair was walnut brown and deftly braided
Her eyes the bluest June I e'er ha' seen
Her face was white as ever summer daisy
As she walked amid the fair in em'rald green

I wended to the lady through the milling
And sought if I might carry of her gage
She chained me with ther fiery diamond necklace
And sought a worthy foe upon the stage

Her eyes passed o'er the sport with sharp disdaining
Said she, These roughened fellows all are mean
I seek a fitted match against my diamonds
To win a crown of honour for the green

At length, she spied the master of the quarter
The stoutest wight of Herefordshire, I ween
And though I had no hope against this venture
I'd do it for the woman clad in green

His quarterstaff was sure and fairly whistled
His arms were strong, as well his eyes were keen
Yet still I kept my feet upon the platform
And prayed them still remain for fair Athene

This lusty fight went on for half the hour
A goodly crowd collected for the see'n'
Then stepped the pretty damsel to the staff-ring
And saith, You fairly won the lass in green


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Parhelia

O bending light upon your hex
My blood does rush with my first glance
Celestial might, my pulse I check
You leave me quivering, with but a chance

To carry on, and overcome
These doubts I harbor, thee I shun
O frigid life, your day not won
Through icy crystals, I'll find the sun




12/08/13


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We are not the same

"We are not the same"

A man is born to a gentle tune
The world looks on in shame
One day his spirit will fairly bloom
The world is not the same

A woman is born with calloused hands
The world looks upon her in disgust
By her own measure she will stand
Upon her strength the world will trust

While parents share confused looks
And holy men say their prayers
So it is written in the books
These children can not be theirs

And as these two will grow
They are only boy and girl in name
For these two lovers know
Their world is not the same

The boy will look upon another
As the girl will find her own
This boy will never create a mother
This girl, a boy has never known

The young man stands proud
Another such as he, at his side
With them the girl shouts loud
Their true nature, they will not hide

This man and woman shall shine
Their wild hearts, never tame
For gay love, has come the time
That old world, is no longer the same

To this world is born a different sort
And with it a new love came
And now prejudice must be cut short
For we accept, we are not the same


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Harbinger

Shadows of the pre-dawn night
Of thee I fathom what's to come
Fear not the shades of hopeless strife
Thy will preludes the strength of sun

O'er prairies filled with downy haze
Your power seeks to forge a path
That follows rainbows all the way
From lightning strikes to calm at last

Of thee I fathom what's to come
'Till sundown, battles will be won!



12/21/13
7:30 am


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The Trolls Come Out At Night

Some cat entered my room one night I thought it was a ghost It smelled like something had just died But I must oblige my guest as the host I turned on the light and there it was An obnoxious opossum at best! Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous! Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest! I left the house with a shutter Before I realized I was heavily surrounded By cats on all sides, up and under The house they had all just rounded! In truth I was perturbed on all levels That I began to realize in horror That damn opossum had spawned these little devils! And tonight I must end this terror! I then ran straight to the kitchen Aware of the opossum inside If I give up the tuna and ditch um’ Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive The persistent cats scratched at the holes Those buggers—those meddlers! They could have been thieves—if not trolls! Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers! Worst of all in this dilemma Tomorrow was grocery day There were no more cans of tuna All my fish had swam away! Somehow one got in And the rest came barreling through I ran toward my room to him The opossum looked so distressed and blue The little beady eyes pierced my soul And I knew from then on he was my friend He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls And escape a most pitiful end! I made up my mind at last And picked up my trusty broom Come on in—I dare yah tah pass! Ain’t no feline coming through this room! Glowing eyes burned with intent And the yowling grew loud as hell The little bullies think they can take my guest! They’ll fly like birds they will! That night was a battle like none other A battle I will proudly say I won I gained the friend of my life—a brother My pet’s a load of fun! As much as I love a neighbor cat They are a little scary as a race Thankfully a broom will push them back And put them in their place My opossum is a sweet little thing And I protect him with my life I’ll never judge a critter again Till actions bring it to light


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Safe

It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.