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Forgotten Heroes of the Somme
Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor,
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.
In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.
In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.
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My Last Poem -of 2012-
The last poem…
Standing against the wall.
The longest teardrop made its fall.
Making one final call.
Never will I write about my letters again.
This prison is my pen.
*INK* My enemy~ at the same times my only friend.
*INK* My guardian~ the escort of words into my desires.
This pen is my prison.
No longer will I let it defend and comfort me.
No longer will I let it sit there and take control of my imagery.
No longer will I share it with you...
These visions have been the birth and death to what is reality.
I have no reason to lie; it is time to set my thoughts free.
And say goodbye………….
As I walk alone to the open skies of 2013.
~~The End~~
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The Ballad of the Poet
*The Dead Poet*
Many blocks along the road,
Kicking down walls of heavy stones,
Yet no one could draw through the walls of her lonely bones.
A poet who could not write what's inside.
Her pen had gone ink dry.
Her beady eyes lost the feel of an angelic realm.
She tried!
She tried, until she could no longer cry!
A poet who stuttered with the mind and out came no words.
This poet hangs on a mount with a picture that tells a sad tale.
A poem that broke verses in a carpe diem dream.
She ruffled her arms once more, as if she could fly.
Still nothing,
Everything felt dead inside.
Trap in a mental state that clots the willing vein.
Isolating her form in a room with no door.
She strays this way from the feel of the marvel pen.
To never go back, and feel again.
In the most ominous way,
She lets out a cry,
A cry never heard before.
Running from this evil, that stains her world.
Words buried deep and behind a new exterior box,
Her insides gasp all the air of airs once alive.
A talon drop into the next,
This troublesome poet gave up on everything.
Had nothing left, but empty space within.
Next!
She curls herself into a fetal world.
At last, she closes her eyes, to feel no more.
A poet who died the day, joy wiped the glee from her face.
by;PD
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PINK LACE
:NOTE:
**Every pace change --a character telling his or her breast cancer story**
"PINK LADIES"
The phone rings,
The clock dings,
I scream, scream, and scream:
I can’t even grasp, what is real.
I can’t exhale, the lives you steal.
This fume is like murder in the first degree,
I can barely feel the words you express tonight.
Your hand, holding on to mine, as if it was the last.
I crawl I hide behind my wall.
There it stood and robbed me like Robin Hood.
Pink is the ointment in my diary for keepsake.
Then I remembered,
Looking through a dream, were women wear combats boots.
Women ready to kill all confrontation with nukes.
Do you know that feeling?
Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning,
You can’t see what’s going on,
Your smiles soon to be gone,
LOOK AT ME!
On this fright night, I bleed!
Holding on tight, to the dead of this night.
I’m down on my fallen knees,
A secret I keep, I no longer need.
Breaking backs as I mention the word “C.”
It is like getting struck by a freight train.
Taking what belong and makes me me.
Forgetting the Pink October ribbons, I wore.
Taking the time to weave them into the last strand in my red chemo hair.
If it takes forever,
I will take it with pride, like the statue of Liberty who stands tall.
Now here you are,
Standing under the chest,
Heavy shoulders, a violin press.
No longer needing the little black dress.
Skin pink tight leather, now you caress.
Suddenly my eyes are full of tears.
Once I discovered the beast came back without fear.
The news blew like a missile in heat.
With a fire’s shooting out from the dark,
Sweltering me, blazing me,
Leaving the world all ribbon tied.
Dimples and pretty lips, I drop the world with my beauty and tissues.
Filled with my pink ivory issues .
That is the way that I feel, I am real… you are a killer, you are a disease.
In many of us, you’ll discover a victory that will destroyer you down to your knees.
While you sit there and shatter our lives.
I will walk with high heels strolling through pink valley skies.
With a charm called a ribbon; I ware!
Visions of pink, remove the silence in my mind.
- A heavy pink scarf now I wear like a noose,
Remembering my ways when I was colorblind.
I WAS PLEADING FOR MY LIFE?
I have no family to lean on,
Everybody’s plus my mother is gone,
I have no friends by my side,
You are the undead:
Who lead me to my watery bed?
You are like a jack in the box.
Hiding until you are found…
You’re silent until your jobs done.
Finding a way to sew my heart, back together.
You made us angry, you made us cry, you killed many of us…
However you will never come close to defeating us all~
We are the “PINK LADIES,” who continue to be strong.
One day will find the cure,
Too, be rid of your killing and miserable ‘Breast Cancer’ disease,
"ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
by;PD
Dedicated to all the female on the soup..
((And men if your life has been touch by this disease.))
Dedicated to all breast cancer victims... past and present "-(
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September
"September, beautiful month of my birth, is nigh, but I cannot feel glad."
September, drifting in with glow of moon,
you stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves.
In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon.
Your breath grows cool. You’ll blow and loosen leaves.
The hills and woodlands will reflect new hues.
You stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves.
In Autumn’s chill, the colors are a ruse.
For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze.
The hills and woodlands then reflect new hues.
Though warmth may linger through your final days,
old Sun is waning, yet he still seems strong!
For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze.
September, you’re a melancholy song.
Though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk!
Old sun is waning, yet he still seems strong.
October looms. . . Your ending will be brusque.
September, drifting in with glow of moon,
though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk.
In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon.
by Andrea Dietrich
For the contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
"A Poem, Please"
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Spring Bud
My
breath
shivers under
a rug of loneliness,
a sleepy heart huddles
against such memories
of togetherness and not of
goodbyes, hating to disperse
the fiery rhymes of your lips,
as well as the warmth of its
sweat...tastes like red wine,
then it beats...and beats
gently, as it envisions
you, in an early
misty
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What Only Angles Hear
Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.
She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.
She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.
Scars selfinflicted are better than that
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing at the celling.
She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.
The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.
At times it gets to uncomfortable so in
another direction we steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles hear.
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Sad Song
"Marriage after Sunrise"
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sunset drunken light
on lavender glass of wine
a long lost tear falls
converts into sleeping pills
dismiss the season again
"Divorce before Sunset"
2-in-1- contest
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Ribbon Tied
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Sentences From a Letter Unable to Be
I keep myself busy although I don't know what I'm doing
I'm moving forward but I don't know where I'm going
I wear the ribbon in October and my ring every day
I still run the marathon that once we ran together
I am no longer awake in the middle of the nights
I know that I'm not talking to you as I used to
I've planted your pet flowers, the pink ones
Our friends feel uncomfortable around me
I keep polishing your name every Sunday
There is no cure yet
I'm not praying
I no longer cry
I'll see you soon
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Forty Today
Visited you today
as the sun set in the horizon…
the orange tinged carnations
were a perfect complement
for the skies
and for you…
orange and blue
always remind me of you
the winds softly blew
and I just sat there
staring at the grass,
well more at your name really…
hardly believing
what I am looking at,
that it’s been seven years
of missing you,
of just putting that reality
at the back of my mind…
But there are days,
such as today
which make me
confront that reality—
I see your smile,
remember your laughter
celebrate your spirit
and your love
Tears, I tell you I have
the most stubborn tears
maybe because they
make it so real for me?
I look around me
and look for that sign
Nope, not there…
I say a prayer
and speak to you
thankful for the life shared
I kiss the date that you were born
and walk away
my reflection on the car window
misty
One last look around,
and then I see it…
a cat, as we drive away…
Skies now streaked purple and pink
**My brother would have been 40 today, May 6…
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