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Memoirs of War

By the river corner I sat and wept
Memories of the war flooding my mind
Imagines of rotting bodies everywhere
The smell of dying children pungent still
Starvation and molestation rampant
How did things degenerate so quickly?

At all turns reality hits me quick
In the gut, so full of the pain I weep
I spy times past when laughter was rampant
Stories about my childhood come to mind
Stories that my wife tells the children still
Of blue skies and green pastures everywhere

In these stories laughter was everywhere
The young ran around full of life, very quick
Young maidens abound then, gentle and still
Men in love at their feet threatening to weep
Gestures of love lived in the young man’s mind
And the giggles of maidens were rampant

Alas now, war cries have become rampant
Snuffing out the lives of men everywhere
Empathy has been vanquished from our mind
As the years pass by children grow quickly
Awakening into the horror, weeping
They seek revenge as bloodlust grows strong still

At last the war is over, all is still
Sadly not laughter but cries are rampant
Mothers, children, fathers, everyone weeps
The smell of decay pungent everywhere 
Spreading diseases and plagues, quickening
The fears and apprehension in our minds

Daily horrible sights assault the mind
And all through the nights we have nightmares still
We awake with a start, screams echo quickly
And all around insomnia is rampant
Bloodshot eyes, frail faces move everywhere
And everyone knows that all night they wept

Quickly I run, tears flowing rampant still
Everywhere I go, lost friends haunt my mind
By the river corner I sat and wept

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My Hero, My Mother

I awake screaming
I wailed and wailed
Then she came to me
She picked me up
Held me close
“What has gone wrong?”
Something bit me, I said
She kissed my forehead
Then fanned my bedside
Like she understood
Put me down to sleep
I was only two months old
And she was there for me

I fell and skinned my knee
I cried my small eyes out
Still she came to me
She picked me up
Held me close
“What has gone wrong?”
I skinned my knee, I said
She kissed my head
Cleaned up my knee
Gave me ice cream
I was twelve years old
Still she was there for me

It was two days out
I was too angry for words
Throwing fits everywhere
Yet she came to me
She picked me up
Held me close
“What has gone wrong?”
Joe is too annoying
I can’t marry him again
She kissed my forehead
And said yes you can 
She was right, at twenty two
Yet she was there for me

I was on the floor rolling
Pain squeezed my heart dry
Again she came to me
She picked me up
Held me close
“What has gone wrong?”
I had a miscarriage, I said
Tears slid down my cheeks
She kissed my forehead 
The next one will stay, she said
And she was right
Again at thirty two
She was there for me

No o o o o o I shouted
This is not happening
Quickly she came to me
She picked me up
Held me close
“What has gone wrong?”
My husband is dead, I said
Tears slid down my cheeks
She kissed my forehead
And whispered softly
All will be well, she said
At forty two, she was there for me

My children are grown
I have advanced in age
My fears and pains
I have conquered them all 
Never alone, thankful for help
Now here she lay
Taking her final rest
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I miss her already
Why did she have to go?
Through my sixty two years
She was always there
MY HERO, MY MOTHER

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Issues

Life issues are too numerous
Understanding them is too onerous
Discerning them is too enormous
Dealing with them is too perilous

Love issues are too serious
Without caution they are grievous
Communicating then is humongous
Especially if it’s all amorous

Family issues can be curious
They always make us furious
Sometimes a little bit delirious
In the end we remain unanimous

Funny issues are contagious
Sometimes a bit outrageous
Often times a bit preposterous
And on rare occasion dangerous

Ethical issues are often aurous
Achieving them so fabulous
Anyone who does is glorious
Trying too hard is disastrous

Party issues are so laborious
The results can be tremendous
It helps if the food is delicious
If it flops it could be horrendous

War issues are very vicious
The fighters truly courageous
Enter hoping to be victorious
Each side equally tenacious

Birth issues can be a little hideous
Though most say that it is wonderous
If the road to the ward was atrocious
The outcome is often miraculous

Death issues are always scandalous
If the deceased is indigenous
The ceremony could be stupendous
We hope the end is marvelous

Work issues are a bit ludicrous
It always helps to be courteous
Friction can prove odoriferous
Diplomacy makes it uberous.

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The Most Amazing Person I Had Never Met

O Stephan, my dear Stephan
Where did you go dear Stephan?
One moment we were running free
The next your face I could not see

We ran together in the rain
We ate together, played together
You were my yin and I your yang
I thought we would never part

Now I am old but still I wonder
If this was fate or the design
Of some very unfortunate
And miscalculated occurrences

I ask my parents still till date
What happened to my dear Stephan?
My friend, my confident, my all
In times gone by when we were young

Why did life take this course?
Pulling me from my comfort zone
We could have had a great life
Stephan and I together on our own

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Freestyle

i love to write
i love to rhyme
i love to fiddle
with my mind

to state aloud 
to say it proud 
that I'm a writer
and a poet

the little things
the obscure things
the light i see
inspire me

to capture in
some faded light
the beauty that
i see within

and so i write
in words i choose
so like the strokes
of a painter

i try my best
to woo the minds
of those who come
across my poems

this is my dream 
affect the world
to make you smile 
with just one word

and so began
my journey to
become the best poet
i can be.

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Sestina

Life is a mystery, life is a dream
But let me tell you something about life
Things never happen the way you’d expect

I talk of mothers who are expecting
Yet they are killing another child’s dream
Then would expect the best of their child’s life

I have seen many evils in my life
Of all these the worst would be to expect
To attain great success by crushing dreams

Dreams of those whose life we expect to bloom

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Battling Addiction

Hi, my name is Elizabeth
And i am an addict
However i must be plain forthwith
My addiction is quite severe

I am not addicted to drugs
To partying or gambling
I am addicted to this guy
But this guy couldn't care less

I guess it's really not his fault
He's a ten in my eyes
As handsome as can be
He's a cut above his peers

His intelligent is uncanny
Skin as smooth as it is dark
Dark guys were never for me
Until i meet this appealing guy 

His smile competes with the moon
The stars swoon at the sparkle in his eyes
If i continue with the accolades
I don't think i would ever stop

The thing with my addiction
Is that as perfect as he is
He is not always at his best
Whenever i come to mind

He never gives me priority 
Except when it's convenient for him
And in those brief moments
He hooks me all over again

I have always had a dream
To be the best that i can be
But whenever i am with him
My senses fly with the wind

My friends have called me out 
My family has pleaded with me
To leave this boy for my good
No one realizes this is impossible.

Whenever i am with this guy
I am always on a high
I float on the clouds all day
I sleep among the stars

When he says hello, I melt
How have you been? I blush
How has your day been? I smile
Can we go out? I swoon

Words can not describe 
How good he makes me feel
Pictures can not express
The color of my feelings

This little arrangement was very sad
Because when i felt good, i felt so good
But when i felt bad, i felt so very bad
And the bad moments far outweigh the good

I have fought day and night 
Struggling to bend or break free
At last my victory was bought 
The price was too heavy for me

I left with what was left of me
My pride and dreams all broken
The days were bleak, nights cold
But my love it seemed never wane

After a while we reconnected
More matured you seemed to me
Then i saw you were engaged
My love reared it's head at me

Mine, mine you must be mine
It cried all day and night aloud
It clawed and screamed MINE!!
And I thought this thing was dead

I made sure that I saw you fiancé
She was no more beautiful than i
Then I wondered to myself, HOW?
How she got you when I could not

I strove within myself all day and night
In the war against yourself, you always lose
I had to steer clear of everything about you
For I feared a relapse was in the horizon

On the road to my recovery from addiction
I always thread slowly and carefully
In my quest for freedom and contentment
On the road to recovery I must remain

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The Interlude

Such grace, such panache, such gait
As he takes his long, slow and
Steady strides everywhere he goes
All have no choice but to stare
At his sweet, long and slender legs
Broad chest lined with muscles, so refined
They so befit his slender figure
As he approaches all the ladies fidget
Their children scurry about the place
But as soon as he sees her, he knows
And begins his chase as they engage 
In what he perceives to be foreplay
She runs flies about and tries
Her best for speed but he persists
As he gets closer, she gets desperate
But her desperation and fear brings
With it perspiration and her strength wanes
In one final drive fueled by desire 
He closes in, holds her down and beds her
Defiled she shakes herself clean and gets up
PROUD he moves on with a swollen chest
Bright eyes and a head held high
Feeling that he has taken what is rightly his
As he moves on children return to their mothers
Who had all ran for cover
Appeased the cock holds his peace
Waiting for another chase later in the day.

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Moments

Tick tock tick tock
The hands of the clock go round and round
Often times I wonder, don’t they ever get tired
I won’t say I hate it
But I don’t like it either
Worst of all I hate the sound of ticking
Tick tick tick tick
Precious moments of your life wasting away
When you’re not doing what you love
When you’re stuck in a routine you hate
Even when you’re doing the things you love
The precious moments can’t be paused
BUT WHY????
Issues arising from the spring of my heart
This life is just a passing dream
What matters the most is our impact here
The good things we get involved in
Our memories of life
LEGACY

Our only response would be to cherish the moment
When we are laughing with our loved ones
Quarrelling with our friends and colleagues
Enjoying a relaxing day with some friends
Even the moments of pain should be cherished
Because without them we can't learn anything
Those extremely hard moments we wish would go away
and those very good moments we wish would last forever
In everything we do, we should keep a moment
At the end that is all we have to keep.