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Sean Wikoff Poem
A baby is born
Under a Jewish star
His mother weeps
All around her is marching
That torturous sound haunting her day and night
Here in a basement they hide
Hiding for days, for weeks, for months
Her faith is failing
the propaganda is overwhelming
But she waits in that basement
Hiding in that dark nothingness
She hears glass breaking
All around her are screams
That torturous sound haunting her day and night
She wakes one day from the sound of boots
Walking down the stairs
A man in black unstraps his helmet
Showing his clean cut hair
As he discards his cigarette
He pulls out his Luger
She weeps
The man in black puts away his pistol
Leaving behind two dead bodies
And some who are starving, sick, and weak
Huddled in quarters worse then barns
Look up to the heavens
And wonder why the world should go on
And a baby is born
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void is life devoid thy symmetry
pursuits accompany thee to the crypt
for when thee were close I emitted abundant wealth
hollow now that thou art absent
and without total but affliction
nought is more bestial then lifting thee afar
snuffing out the sweetness of creation
angels doth agonize whilst babes moan and weep
admittedly the sphere doth lament and bust beneath
and in the wind thy perfection doth adhere
as it sits everywhere thee passed
for thy charm is limited by none
and so
I can not possess thee
I will chase thee in eternal rest
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I climbed the frozen peaks
battling the harsh winds
blinding snow
dared to jump the gaps
braved the ice patches
exhausted as I advanced
I came to the top
and saw
the majesty of the night sky
the lights
the stars speaking into my soul
yet I could not stop thinking
excitedly
of the next journey
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Father, dear father I'm lost and alone
I've tried to make it out here on my own
But I've stumbled and fallen again and again
I'm tired dear father too tired to get up on my own
Hold on dear father don't look at me yet
Let me wipe away these tears my hearts been a cryin'
I'm so sorry father I'm no man today
Take me in your arms father and take me away
The worlds so big father, I just never knew
I thought with some elbow grease and a little can do
That this world, with a smile and hug, would welcome me
But no, their just not ou
I tried dear father, really I did
To make a name for myself
Alas I'm only a kid
Please dear father take me home
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is one small candle enough against the darkness
can one faint light change anything
will one small candle not be engulfed
blown out by the wind
snuffed out in an ocean of black
can I keep the flame going
sheltered, protected
safe, secure
the synonyms go on
but I don’t know if I can
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Life
I ask to dive deep
for what purpose would it serve
to go the breadth in the swallow end
I ask to be submerged
not to test the water with my toes
not to splash when it’s at my ankles
not to be content with it at my waist
or stay safe with it at my shoulders
but to be engulfed, caught up, and sweep away with joy
I ask to drown in life
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in the end I want your hand
us laying on a beach of sand
should the sun be rising or setting?
either way I won’t be fretting
all my years add up to this
now my life equals bliss
all I’ll need is one last kiss
the future gone and the past fades away
i take solace that I had today
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