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Broken Wings

Death followed her, like an unwelcome guide Grim Reaper stalking, forced her shadow to hide Angel of death took her sister, but let her survive how could a child understand death and being alive Other siblings distracted the suffering and pain brought sunshine on dark days with heavy rain A caterpillar seeking a cocoon to shelter from burning as something was missing with her constantly yearning With fragile wings the butterfly gradually learnt to fly when falling in love, her beloved made her feel so high The Grim Reaper returned and took her parents away heartbroken she wondered how long the pain would stay Malevolently death returned like a bitter enemy mercilessly snatched her babies without integrity Not content, Grim Reaper returned without warning abducted her beloved - tears never stopped falling Tormented emotions, everyday was full of anguish terrorized by dark demons - continuing to languish Losing loved ones and falling into depression deeper Sensitive and fragile, she beckoned the Grim reaper Preparing to die - surviving was no longer the intention as the Grim Reaper approached - there was an intervention An ethereal light appeared - touched her heart with hope Death hid like a coward, afraid of the light, could not cope Wings broken, but still in tact - butterfly began to write expressing her emotions, suppressing them with delight Angel of death would return one day, that was for sure but, producing beautiful poetry was temporarily her cure 26 December 2015 Deep and dark contest by Broken Wings

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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It was Beautiful Yesterday



Bha e brèagha an-de
(It was Beautiful Yesterday)


There was a sailing vessel
With many a sail proudly lapping in the wind
A flag of the Celtic honor, in ruin an rented
As all the sailors sing
Of my love for you
From long ago
Before death became our friend
Oh would I be sailing from stormy seas to the Scottish glens
To lay some flowers at your side
Your beauty is now far under
My love ill wait for all eternity
For loves resurrection’s stormy thunder
Our bodies may be under stone
Our memories long lost in tales and fable
Let no man ever lay any such claim
Our love was not the gift of briny seaworthy fame

We be only stones, in a meadow blue
When you come upon our fate
Tiss with this verse, I state my case
The life that escaped our sadly date
Love though was true as sky
For long ago, she bid adieu
Her sadness at my drowning departure
As I her lover was told to be 
Buried deep and under sea


Both sadness and the tossing waves
Took the life out of her and me
So when you look at fading stones
Remember the love that used to be

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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My Heart Beats For You

Walking aimlessly through the woods
Searching for that spot we once stood
Pouring out my heart and my tears
Reliving memories of those special years

Red and orange and purple from green
Rich autumn colors, a sight to be seen
The winds of change quickly blowing in
With it a new chapter will soon begin

Not ready to give up, I can't let go
Where am I headed, where will I blow
Lost without you, what am I to do
Darling, my heart is still beating for you

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014


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Je suis Charlie

Translation below (in progress)


Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace


J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
je ris
vous perdez

I was Charlie

In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
I laugh
You lose



Copyright © Etienne Lariviere | Year Posted 2015


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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013


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Do you remember me

They walk silently along my hallways.
Floors littered with faded finery.
Do you remember my Granduer?
I had once been called the Queen of the sea.
Pulled down to the ocean's floor.
Swaying silently, so many sad souls
They are entombed here 
Forever a part of me 
Left to wander my halls
Sharing this watery hell
Faces frozen in skeletal grins
Evidence of our eternal sadness
Fish now swim across my stage
The band is silent
Still I remember
I absorbed them note by note
They played till my last moment
Yet it was not for my benefit
For I had betrayed them
My promises were empty
Temptation, travel, time together
Some mercifuly escaped
What did they remember of me?
Some came back in ghostly form
Searching for those I had taken from them
I will not release them
For I do not wish to be alone.



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014


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Can I Lay By Your Side --Contest

Can I lay by your side? next to you? Can you comfort a fallen man's cries? cries so true? Mother Mary can you put in a good word as another child weeps? Will you lend a helping hand lulling bad times off to sleep? Without her next to me how can I be? how can I breathe? As I lay her down and my heart no longer beats Swoop down and pick me up cradle me in all your tender love Shine your stars in my darkened night Let me see her everlasting light Can I lay by your side til it's my time?
Music to my ears contest Sam Smith "Lay Me Down" 07/30/2015

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015


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The Crosses of Night

Rising before me, are the graves,.. like the stars Embracing the light, while reflecting the moon The fields, vast and silent, ... never ending, the valiant Of those who had fallen, never knowing how far Some names forgotten, and some never known Crosses that grow from the wet grass below me I have lost count, as my eyes seek horizons Reflecting on lives of the soldiers, unknown Deeply I'm falling without knowing how far Into the depths of the fields that have drawn me Into reflection and into the questions Tossed into the sky, without answers to why My eyes can't believe all the sadness before me I have lost count and my heart seeks horizons Reflecting the reason, seeking answers, unknown
_________________________________________ Carrie Richards First Written 7/15/15 For Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings....."Any Poem Receiving H M"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015


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The Last Gold Leaf

The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
Summer is just a mem'ry now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
Our summer days came to an end.

We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
 How I will miss you no one knows.
 On eagle wings you split the skies;
Your spirit soared. You had to fly.

My earthbound soul will bear its grief
Severed from you on mortal reef;
But returning from yonder shore,
Your love in waves will wash me o'er.

You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
Yet, from across the great divide
Your voice to me in dreams confides.

No, I think not that dreams they are;
T is communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
To know and love you once again.

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014


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Tanka 2 about The Cherry Blossom and Life

on melting snow first cherry blossom withers too soon mum ties pink ribbons to the white casket Or on melting snow first cherry blossom withers too soon mum unties ribbons from empty cot-bed
Inspired by Chris`tanka contest,not for the contest

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014


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The Teacher of Islam

Islam is non merciful
Islam is about repressive means
Islam has no heart
Over and over this chant shall start

For when we close our eyes
For when we judge our fellow man
Chants may bring us comfort
However false is the ringing of the rant

Men of terror may fly their black flags
Claiming a merciful god orders them to kill
al-Shabab reads no holy books, be sure of this
At reckoning they will be omitted from Allah’s bliss

So let us now pay tribute and honor
Let us hold a tissue for a tear so well deserved
The blood of Islamic hearts shall surely open your eyes
As I myself bow, in despair at a humble mans demise

That day, both miraculous and tragic
Salah Farah, a kind man, now a hero
His Muslim brothers became the strong and the brave
For they followed the true teachings of Islam

Salah Farah has passed on from Gods bountiful earth
A Muslim of brave heart and generous soul
He stood up for the love of his teachings
No man he claimed, should defile his fellow man

As terrorists point their rifles
At Christians shivering in fear
Salah Farah and his Muslim brothers
Stood firm with all of humanity dear

Salah Farah proclaimed “we are all brothers”	
Let us do no harm
Let Muslims protect Christians
Let Christians protect Muslims

For we are one, no matter religion
No matter destiny, we must all hold true
To the values of compassion and love
As every Muslim that day, stood ready die

I proclaim, Salah Farah flew the flag of hope
His brothers choose love over death
The all Merciful’s eyes too had tears
His flock of disciples saw his message clear

Teaching
Mercy
Love
Compassion

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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For Nineteen Years

They are poor…they’re removed, they struggle through life,
Every day is a burden on the edge of a knife,
They’re stuck in the circle, that’s all that they know,
And there’s not work around, and nowhere to go.
 
But a man full of promise says he does understand,
‘My names Uncle Sam, please take hold of my hand,
I’ll break the circle, and then I’ll bring you back,
After a year from somewhere in Iraq.’

She stands at the cemetery gates.
A small bunch of roses and holding back tears.
Just three hundred steps to a name etched in stone
That’s all she has now… for nineteen years.

On the mantelpiece over the burning wood fire,
A son’s photos, citations from her country’s desire  
as she sits and she weeps on the madness of war,
And his last words she heard, “What am I fighting for?”

She stands at the cemetery gates.
A small bunch of roses and holding back tears.
Just three hundred steps to a name etched in stone
That’s all she has now… for nineteen years.

2nd January 2010 ©Lindsay Laurie

Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015


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I Saw You Amongst the Wild Horses -part 2-

But you—the wild one
You were compulsive, fiery and inventive
I had my share of the wild and free
But you were molded from them—with insane beauty
Despite our differences we remained together
Perhaps you think I mean to save you—tame you
But I merely long to contain the sun
And hinder the pervasive burns
So that in so doing, I may always keep you warm
For cold wild shall destroy
As warm wild shall invent
Searing wild will one day save the world
And then destroy it all the next

Dear beloved one,
I saw you amongst the wild horses 
I did not dare touch you
Because I was afraid of Change
But Change was a delight—an apple to your eye
And I did not realize that Change was embedded in my very being
So when you shyly approached me,
I knew you were hungry
I fed you ample laughter and music
And soon I gained your highest respect
Along with a thousand other mystical blessings
I will not always remain by your side as if I am among you
But perhaps I shall linger at a distance—level to your luminosity 
As words continue to flow, I shall slowly inch myself forward
To be frank—you are the greatest companion in my world
Hot or cold—seared or chilled
You will always remain among the wild and free
And that race is sadly. . .
Slowly dwindling
Tell me you shall never become me
Never Change

In honor of you,
One day I will reach out my quivering hand
And you will consume the Apple of Friendship
Until then, 
Look beside you
As was inevitable—
I have changed for the better
Because you are—and always will be
My very greatest friend till the end

-this Ode was meant to be altogether; I hope you enjoyed reading, and thank you-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013


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A Child's Prayer

Clutched tight to my chest, the doll smiles lifelessly
sending vacant stares down the darkened hall.
A solitary line of pink light sneaks through a crack in the door.
Fighting tears hanging loosely in my eyes, I listen.
 
“Please tell daddy that I love him and miss him.”
It has been two months since he died. Long, hard months.
“Keep him safe.”
His smell still lingers on his clothes in the closet.
“and bless mommy to be happy…”
How can I be happy, or even smile, when all I want is to be numb?
The tears burn in my eyes, but I can’t cry, or I might never stop.
“so that she will play with me like she used to”
I can scarcely recall the last time I was able to focus; to give her all my attention.
“help her to forgive me,”
Oh sweet baby, it’s I who needs your forgiveness.
“help her to love me again, even though sometimes I’m bad”
Oh God, is that what she thinks!?
“and please help me to find dolly so she won’t be scared tonight”
Ok, focus…just breathe.
“in Jesus name I pray, Amen.”

Clutched tight to my chest, the doll smiles lifelessly
sending vacant stares into the room lit by a solitary pink lamp.
I sneak through the door, with tears rolling down my cheeks,
and enter with a promise, that all her prayers will get answered.

05/31/15

Submission for Prayertime Memories
Hosted by Isaiah Zerbst

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015


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Hearts only soften in death

Alienated, abandoned and forgotten yet hearts soften when death arrives dysfunctional from historical feuds but blood bonds those left behind My shoulders are heavy with burdens why is this responsibility put on me? How can I mourn for someone I don't know? I feel something, but cannot express it wishing my mind would explain what my heart is telling me the conclusion is one of mystery a lack of clarity is a puzzling conundrum How can I connect when rivers flow in blood How can I forget when my roots have been cut How can I forgive when you show my mother no respect Yet I am disillusioned by the love you show today but when tomorrow comes I will be shunned discarded upon the stockpile of hate you breed Still I smile, for I know your dirty blood will not cleanse walking away until the next death with my sanity intact How can you miss... Something you never had. The Silent One 13 November 2015

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015


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Eternal Breath-WIN

Eternal Breath


Hardly could I see you through my watery eyes
Holding you in my arms never to let you go
As your existence dribbled to the ground
There was no light, no air and no sound
What all could I see, was just you.
A death rattle took your last breath
At very moment, without dying, I was dead.

I see you in every facet of a single crystal
In a single flower I see you in each petal
I change my stance to see you in each tree
With outstretched arms of the branches
In all life I find you hiding and thriving
I have lost myself to the fading dreams
As snowflake melts in the summer sun
I am nothing but a stranger in my own house

                    +++++

Date : 10-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Eternal Breath by Gail Angel Doyle

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013


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Requiem

Call me not a child,
Treat me with adult words,
Eyes that scan the essence,
And see the centuries I have lived.
Ancient soul though young flesh, 
Half my heart remains in an older existence. 

I wish to feel the gentle,
The tenderness that comes with love,
Finger tips soft and feather like.
I yearn to feel the rough,
The firm grip of a lover,
Hands grasping hips in a fury of need.
Lips rubbing together in absence of a kiss. 

I need to speak of higher things,
realms that others fear to not believe,
And visions that we both have seen. 
Lie with me in clover beds,
Stars sparkling bright above our heads,
Birds swooping to deliver prey to young,
Eyes filled with awe at the world's cruel beauty. 

Lie with me in open thought,
Minds roaming over hills and sea,
Connecting to the world.
Releasing raw unadulterated energy,
Through just a simple touch,
Conscious spreading to the sky,
To flit like hummingbirds.

Call me not a child, 
For the things I have seen,
The memories I hold within,
Through one life to the next.
Falling, falling, down to the sea,
Bright sky, rolling green, 
sharp waves black, crash against the rocks,
Awaiting our meeting of fatality. 

Flowers high in weeds,
Grow up to itchy gowns,
And crunch beneath slipper-ed feet.
Corsets pulled tight,
Tight enough that I forget to breathe,
When in the presence of a man.
Blame the corset for my lack of breathe,
Though he steal it from my honeyed lips,
With not even a brushing kiss.
And a wedding band surprised,
Beneath a weeping willow,
With barely family enough to witness the event.

Four wheeled Slow rolling machine,
In comparison to today's technologies,
To ride a get away in sun lit heat. 
Black with shinning seats and room for four,
Or even five if they would squeeze. 
Two women, a daughter and a son, 
A life of running, identity hidden, 
Bolstered weapons for protection,
And an unending flow of cash.
Life seemed easy - at least when not being shot at.  

So call me not a child, 
For I have seen many years,
Felt the touch of lovers hands,
The cool of friends tears,
Felt the crashing waves,
As another life came to an end,
Spoke of many things,
And made otherworldly friends. 
Kiss my lips with fierceness, 
When I have yet again died,
I fear not the otherworldly,
So tell them not to cry.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013


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Ten Thousand Angels

Ten Thousand Angels

Listening to the silence
I felt you touch my soul.
I could sense a teardrop fall
as you lost all control.

I felt the heartache in you
As mine then did break too.
I knew what was happening
was happening to you.

I called heavens angels
though I uttered not a sound.
I told them I had a friend
that needed them around.

I felt them leave their resting place
as they left one by one.
I sent ten thousand angels
before the night was done.

I saw deep within my heart
as they gathered round so warm.
Protecting you and keeping you
safe from your life's storm.

I bid them to stay awhile
to keep you from what harms.
The night ten thousand angels 
held you in their arms
Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015


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A Soul Is Gone Never To Return Again

A Soul Is Gone Never To Return Again


Long dark shadow has now sadly been cast
 life ended far too soon, too fast!
A long walk , a short talk a few steps away
 spirit ended, death came on to stay
She that had so many years still to enjoy
 hopes vanished, Fate took to destroy
Glittering frost that clung to a bright leaf
 vanishes as does a childish belief
Death the silent halls does merrily haunt
 its power the spirit does flaunt
Sad echoes screaming back,I once was here
 ring out with loneliness and fear
That dark shadow leaves only haunting pain
 soul is gone never to return again!

Robert J. Lindley. 06-15-2015

Note: My wife's mother died and now sadness abounds
I hear bellowing of the chasing hounds.
No stopping the flow of the chase.
Nothing replaces the life Fate did erase.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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Her Autumn

                   Her Autumn

Salt and pepper hair in wisps and thin,
criss cross lines on brow and round the chin
Eyelids lower like the setting sun
resting pools of blue, their day's work done.
Like October trees, what leaves remain
the colours in her sorrow, in her pain.
Within that bony tissue paper shell
her kindness and love still intently dwell.
Slow breathing and soft pulse inside that frame
her soul sat back and played the waiting game.
We watched her cast off on that July day
in peace, her course set, gently float away.
Sailed over the horizon, seeming gone
as ships do, she was really sailing on
blown by faith's wind to a long promised land
she stepped ashore and took her father's hand.

( a sort of reprise on my poem 'Are you there God?')
** Thanks to CayCay Jennings for helping me tidy it up. Luv ya x   **

Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015


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We walked away

its been a long journey and we have come a long way
moved far apart, the busy life always holding sway
the little world we had within ourselves 
gradually destroyed by the real world's harsh ways
we fought, we ventured, we won, we lost, 
we waited and we drifted apart
amidst the cold winds the cherished beliefs did sway
the wounds taped over, the tears long dry
on a face marked with fake smiles,
we learned to compromise;
cold friendships forged, need of the hour met
companions many, confidant none
the eyes searching for the other 
the solace amidst all the chaos
the sanity among the insane
reminiscing the days of carefree banter, 
secrets shared, duels fought, each having the other's back
we both climbed from the opposite ends,
no longer in touch,consigned to mere thoughts
finally reaching the top, scarred and bruised,
hesitant to speak, scared to acknowledge the other
was it us that changed? Was it the world?
An involuntary smile said it all.. 
the small world still intact , thoughts still pristine
the far fetched dreams intact , words flowed freely, 
childlike laughter echoed, 
lauding the other's success, 
shedding silent tears at the pain the other went through
A lifetime lived in an hour,
a kingdom won amidst the rubble 
A single thought crossing the mind
what if we had faced it all together?
What if only we had believed?
What if we had not walked away?

Copyright © sauvik sarkhel | Year Posted 2015


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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012


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Still A Soldier

I lay here today a soldier
I know some don't understand
I will try to explain
So maybe you can

I served my country
For many a year
I retired long ago
The soldier still here

I put on my uniform
I wore it to foreign lands
The soldier I was
Is still in the man

I have been a husband, father, and friend
To some of you here
But I've been a soldier all along
Even after so many a year

My final salute
I render today
I'm still a soldier
I'm just on my way

Copyright © Timothy Emmons | Year Posted 2014


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A river called Ebola

Thathud, boom boom boom 
Thathud, boom boom boom
I listen
As drums beat in Africa
Voices rise above the pounding
Mourning 
Crying out for their lost
For their feverish
Helpless people dying one loving touch at a time
Ebola, your tears bring destruction
You methodically  make your way to the city
The river from which you flow is cursed
A stream of blood gushes forth
Pouring out and through Africa
Thathud, boom boom boom

You, Ebola
Travel in secrecy
Disguised as lesser diseases
Now the uncommon more common cold
You wear malaria like a illusionist's garment
Making your way through the marketplace
Taxicabs fill with your unsuspecting victims
Fear and ignorance, your loyal companions 
Following you to the hospitals
Places of healing become decimated 
The healers hands are not protected
Their fingers become your own
You whisper "take me home with you,
let me kiss the face of your loved ones!"

Still the drums continue to beat
Thathud, boom boom boom
Hear the beat of Africa's heart
Bring your Doctors across her borders
Open Samaritan's Purse
Ebola, must not win
Let us love Africa one person at a time
God's loving hand's poised to heal
Redemption is possible
He has not forgotten his children
Strength will once again course through their veins
Africa will sing a new song
The fever will break
Ebola, you cannot
Shall not
Will not
Silence the drums of Africa!
Thathud, boom boom boom
Thathud, boom boom boom
Thathud, boom boom boom........







Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015


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OK

There's no light in my eyes
faded for so long, i cannot see the hope
that was once there long ago.
as these tears fall, all i can do
is look around, i cannot
hear the sounds of your voice
coming through.

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.

my soul grows cold like this tomb stone
the darkness always falls, pitch black
now i am all alone.
and as i fade, i guess i'll cease to be
nothing left inside i have died
so you could breathe.

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.

in my dying breathe
the air rushing from my chest
i guess there's nothing left, no parting
shots no more time for arguments.
looks in your eyes, i know you'll
leave me now. our time has just
run out. our time is over now!

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.
just know that i'm all right....

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