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A Sailors Farewell

Surrounded by angry,raging seas Under a shrouded midnight moon
I think about loved ones dearly missed
 I won't be seeing anytime soon.
Future plans come crashing down
 Under the heavy pounding waves
I've traded my warm bed and loving arms 
In exchange for an early watery grave.
Weep not for me my cherished children
For I could have been a better man
I just hope I will be remembered
 For providing as best for you I can.
Eternity now pulls and beckons me
 I must say my last goodbye with tears
To you my love, please forgive me, 
For not providing you more years.

Copyright © Carl Fraser

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Passing the Torch

I used to be creative,
I was crafty with the pen
People liked to read my odes
And would praise me now and then

Yes, i would dive into the river
Where the creative juices flow
My pen would seize the moment
And take on a life all its own

I would scribble til the morning
And sleep would pass me by
But i had to react to my calling
Until it was emptied from inside

Some folks say i have a gift
And should sell a book or two
Ive never heard of a rich poet
Maybe when we die we get our due

So one day some years from now 
When my name is etched in stone
Perhaps my odes will touch one heart
And the gift will carry on.

Copyright © Carl Fraser

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Open our eyes God

They kick God out of classrooms
And evil walks right in
Innocents are led to slaughter
Before their lives can even begin
Our jaws drop from the shock
We are appalled by such a crime,
But we voted for laws to kick god out
To usher in such times
I remember morning prayers in class
And a hymn or two we'd sing
We would join hands around the flagpole
A give thanks for the grace he brings.
This nation was founded on godly principals
And his blessings poured out each day
But we grew up trying it on our own 
And look at the troubles that come our way.
You dont have to believe me
And keep turning your head away
But the proof is happening before our eyes
And gets worse each passing day
Theres now a number of innocent children,
Who are sitting before Gods throne
And hes wrapping his love around them
Because this world has let them go.
How much suffering must we endure 
What will it take to make things right
We must allow God to rule our lives
Til evil is banished from our sight.
We can blame it on the monsters
Or some will  curse God for what was done
But we should look real hard at our own direction
If this battle is truly to be won

Copyright © Carl Fraser

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The Buck Stops Here

If it were up to me,
I would like to change the world's views;
On who it can afford to keep,
and who it can afford to lose.

If it were up to me,
People would pay dearly for their crimes;
Including many lawmakers,
who never obey their own signs.

If it were up to me,
not one child would ever die;
And I would raise them with dignity,
and teach them never to lie.

If it were up to me,
I'd make unhappy people smile all the time,
It just seems so much better,
than listening to them whine.

If it were up to me,
all marriages would forever last,
And people would kiss and make up,
instead of rehashing the past.

All these things I desire,
have to start somewhere you see,
So I'll step forward and go first,
and start things with me.

Copyright © Carl Fraser

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When My Nightmare Comes To Play

Stuck again in this recurring dream,
where I can't open my eyes;
I scream and there's no sound at all,
but inside I hear the cries.

I'm pushed off of a precipice,
and I watch myself fade away;
I slip further into blackness,
all I can do is pray.

I never hit the bottom,
knowing if I do I'll surely die;
I hear the laughter but no ones there,
my mind can't reason why.

I'm barely holding on to sanity,
and can't tell what's lies or real;
I'm locked so deep within this hell,
where I'm just to numb to feel.

So now I start to wonder,
if perhaps I'm really dead;
And just as that fear grips my soul,
I bolt upright in my bed.

A puddle of sweat surrounds me,
I get up and go about my day;
But dread the next time I lay me down,
and my nightmare comes to play.

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Absence

What if God removed all women from the earth
And no one left for man to love or give birth
Or worse.  mans cursed,
To wander alone in the universe
To cook and clean and shop all alone
And celebrate special occasions on his own
Or there were no more little dresses to by
for that little apple of his eye
Pictures absent of pretty smiles
No one to sit with and chat awhile
No more candlelight dinners for two
No soft skin laying next to you
Man would build dream houses for empty dreams,
No kids no toys no rooms to clean
A gift taken for granted its flower will shed
And selfish love will wind up dead
So treasure your flower and watch your garden grow
And shower your love so she keeps her glow

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The Midnight Watch


The Captain bellowed out the order,
soon after the midnight bell;
He said, "batten down the hatches boys,
we're in for a night a hell.

Seems storm force winds were brewin,
a Nor-easter in all it's might;
Sweeping down hard from Labrador,
with no shelter in plain sight.

The Deckies scrambled with precision,
and gave each dog an extra heave;
And never waivered from their duties,
amidst the pounding seas.

The water seeped in where ere it could,
and the cookie stored the mess away;
We all silently knew one truth,
there be no last meal this day.

The skipper yelled, "Hard into er",
as the wheelsman yanked the helm around;
The Mate watched into the blackness,
so no rogue wave would bring us down.

She blew herself out by mornin,
and ragin seas became gentle rolls;
And we silently gave thanks at breakfast,
for we never lost one soul.
 

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The Real Me

Why won't they stop and talk me
I used to be of their kind  and style
Why won't they reach out and touch me
If only to share a smile.

I used to be in their circus
I cruised the morning madness each day
Trying desperately  to keep up with the Joneses
 Until the bank  swept it all away .

Am I a different man inside now  
That I'm no longer in their game
And those I thought my closest friends
They no longer treat me the same.

I've never begged for food before
It brings such a sense of shame
But now it's a matter of survival
Not how it affects my name.

I see myself now in the passers-by 
I see how I used to be
 Perhaps God lead me to this point   
To find the real me.

For the Homeless

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A Keeper of Tears

When I got to heavens gates and God 
 wiped away the damaged years
He gave me a holy assignment
As keeper of all tears

I ran an enormous warehouse
Where bottles of tears were stored
God had labelled each and every one
for whatever made our hearts bleed sore.

So a lifetime of tears were remembered
for every living soul
For the day they came to heaven
So God could completely make them whole.

When a soul arrived in heaven
Their saved tears were glowing bright
God took each bottle and poured it over them
Until their robes were shining white.

Their hearts were mended that very day
And pure joy replaced all former pain
For pain in heaven is not allowed
Nor ever will be again.

So always remember each tear you shed
 is never cried in vain
For God catches and saves every one of them 
To use as heavenly rain

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My commitment

A package of love housed in a frame so petite,
A picture of beauty from her head to feet
Lips so very tender with a exquisite taste devine,
I thank God for the day he made her mine.
Those big brown eyes hold the kindest soul
And her light filled smile just never gets old
Yes im blessed by a love i just dont deserve
That ive committed forever her needs to serve.

Copyright © Carl Fraser

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