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My Angels Sweet - Though You Are Gone

My Angels Sweet
(Though You Are Gone)
By Shawn H. Hall

Dedicated to my sweet, precious angels, Hannah (Monkey) 6, Kenneth (Peanut) 5, and Danielle (Munchkin) 2. I pray that I will see your sweet faces again one day. My life has no more meaning without you sweet angels in it. Oh, GOD! How I wish that I could hug each of you just one more time! I would never let you go! With all of my tears, all of my anguish, and all of my love, forever, Daddy.

My Angels sweet, though you are gone,
The sun still shines, the winds still blow.
Though Heaven deemed that you move on--
The King outranked this lowly pawn--
And though the seasons move by slow,
Not sun nor rain nor any change
Will cause my heart to wander so
That memories will rearrange
Your sweet young faces all aglow.

Your tinkling laughter warmed my soul.
Your smiles could light a gloomy day.
But now my soul's an empty hole,
And now, though it fulfills no role--
Except to make my body stay
Where Hell may find it any hour--
Then demons dark will hold in sway,
Shattered dreams that seethe with power,
Before they carry me away.

My three sweet Angels now are passed
To pastures greener than this plane,
And though I hold their mem'ries fast,
They warp from Satan's fiery blast,
While Heaven's tears now fall as rain.
Yet Heaven, Hell; it matters not.
My grief will not assuage my pain.
And to this life, what I have brought,
It matters little--all for naught--
As Demons, Angels now are caught
Inside my train of deadly thought,
And neither one shall ever gain
My torn soul; a bloody stain,
As this is what my grief has wrought;
A wasteland filled with sweat and strain
While looking once more to regain
What sin and sloth have never bought;
A moment's worth of might and main
To bring my Angels home to reign
O'er one small space that time forgot:
A Grassy, flowered, fun-filled lot.
Where I will share with them our past
And where our love will ever last.

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Nocturne of the Orient

Nocturne of The Orient

I woke upon a winter’s morn,
To find that summer had long gone.
And simpler games of summer days
Have turned to chess--where I’m a pawn.
I feel my heart where it was torn--
As sharp of edge as with a knife--
And know that I have lost the ways
That sheltered me from winter’s strife.

And where were you my summer song?
When I awoke no more to hear
Your graceful melody of care
Float gently ‘round and fill my ear
With essence, pure! Still lingered long,
Your heartfelt tune of life and loss--
To close my eyes would see you there;
An ancient soul of yin* and joss.**

Though shorn from life, my sweetest dreams
Still come to me when dusk brings sleep.
That little death that brings release,
While still I slumber dark and deep,
And rends my night upon its seams,
When wondrous sights I do behold--
That bring at last my soul some peace,
And chase out much of winter’s cold.

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*yin - the feminine passive principle in nature that in Chinese cosmology is exhibited in darkness, cold, or wetness and that combines with yang to produce all that comes to be. Hence, yin=Femininity, and yang=masculinity.

**joss - a Chinese idol (or roughly, a deity). AKA, Spirituality

Thus, an ancient soul of femininity and spirituality.

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Love's Gallant Steed

I ride like fire from darkest dawn,
Above the spire of mountains high,
And though the light is pale and wan,
I sear the heavens where earth meets sky.

As miles behind me fall away,
I drive my gallant steed to fly.
So on I ride to meet the day,
Then wake the morn with chilling cry.

"Awake, my love!", my ride grows short,
Where miles of road met gallant steed,
"I rode through Hell's uncleanest sort
To prove my unquenched heart's true need."

So far ahead, a sweet young dove,
Without the knowledge of my flight,
Awaits arrival of her love.
As on I gallop in the night.

Where all of those whose hearts now cry--
The love they feel ignites their day--
Would never offer their souls to die,
Nor sacrifice love on their way.

While I would offer all my soul:
My life, my fire, my fierce desire,
To touch your hair as black as coal,
And then to die, my heart on fire.

As my breast rages with my cry,
I call to you and seek your face.
Was all my struggle naught for nigh?
Or did the Devil win this race?

When all at once, as day was born,
I see a face aglow with light;
A face so beauteous angels mourn,
Their wistful wishes now in flight.

I quick dismount and catch my breath;
Your beauty drawing tears of love.
Then joy bursts free within my heart.
My spirit soars to heights above.

You sprint with torrents on your cheek,
The light of love within your eyes.
I catch you as you fly to seek
The arms that soothe your joyful cries.

And thus, my love, the story ends.
I fought the world to see your grace.
The trials I faced were my amends
As every day love grew apace.

While Hell had watched, my steps it groomed;
The closer home, Hell's hounds went wild.
But Hell's dark legions long were doomed;
They cursed me as I simply smiled.

No man nor beast nor Hellish fiend
Would slow me down nor block my way.
And what of Heaven's ways I gleaned
Still, guide my love now every day.

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The Stage

The desert sands blow soft and warm
As wispy clouds begin to swarm.
I watch the skies for signs of rain
To ready for a springtime storm.

My mind is numb, my soul in pain;
My love is on an eastbound train.
The joy of cool April days
Has turned now dusty, brown and plain.

The sun swirls through in gloomy rays
That often last for days and days.
And while at night I hide inside,
Coyotes howl while moonlight plays.

My eyes now burn as long I cried;
They're red of rim but long on pride.
I don't want anyone to know
She broke my heart with one lone ride.

So days pass by now hot and slow,
And why she left I'll never know.
As loneliness will grow and age,
My soul absorbs a fatal blow.

But loneliness made me a sage
While I sat in this lonely cage.
So I must learn to turn the page,
Then climb back up upon the stage.

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Infinity Found

Infinity Found

If joy could just be measured in a flower,
And happiness's worth by breadth of smile,
Or all life's pleasures fit into an hour,
What of my journey fits into a mile?

I traveled far upon an ocean deep,
Then trod the land where Ghengis Khan had slain.
I crossed to old Formosa without sleep,
Then used the trade winds breath imbued with rain.

Agana had a marveled beach of snow,
Up north was The Land of The Rising Sun.
And charting 'gainst the sunset's faintly glow,
I find that Kona's beach and I are one.

When once again I crossed the ocean blue,
I spied the Golden Bear where few had tread.
Then strode in awe among the greenish hues--
Cathedrals built by God with trees of red.

Next, trekking east to find the midwest plains,
I climbed the spires that Nature towered high.
Where summit after summit that one gains,
Forever brings one closer to the sky.

But then, I reach the desert dry and still,
And finding peace at last no longer roam.
Dichotomy of earth: both hot and chill;
This wind-scribed scape is Nature's greatest tome.

So what amazing secrets did I learn,
While traveling this world both far and wide?
I learned that Nature's gifts you cannot earn,
And seas of life can change from tide to tide.

Still, I found the joy within a flower,
And learned the magic worth within a smile,
I fit life's pleasures into ev'ry hour,
And found infinity within that mile.

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To Love a Child

To Love A Child

Today the stars fell from the sky
To settle on the ground.
The stars were damp now where they lie:
With each, a tear was found.

But what could cause the stars on high
To feel such fearful pain?
And why did every tear they'd cry
End up as tearful rain?

Then one sad day a child was found
Whose sadness would not end.
While all her tears that touched the ground
Would find a star to send.

Such stars were weeping with the child,
As clouds and winds and nature wild
Would bring the world a newfound joy;
For every crying girl or boy.

The sages grew as fearful, too,
As all the people near.
For all the happiness that grew
Was from a single tear.

An angel or a fairy queen?
Who was this magic child?
For everywhere that she has been
Another young one smiled.

And then the stars were whisked away;
They flew back to the sky.
Now, each time that no joy holds sway,
The stars begin to cry.

So worried were the world's old,
They made a promise pure and bold:
That when a child's tears now flowed,
They fed and kept them from the cold.

Then once all children, safe and sound
Were let to sleep on hallowed ground,
The stars and moon and Heaven's light
Would keep them safe through darkest night.

The stars above have since grown older;
Promises were kept.
The nights have ceased from growing colder
While the children slept.

Such lessons learned from being kind
To little children, one would find,
Would spread the message to each mind
That for our children, love is blind.

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A Service Member's Story - Aka In Friends We Trust

A Service Member's Story
(In Friends We Trust)

The night is cold, the sand is deep,
with miles to go before we sleep.
But on we trudge to spot our friends
Where danger stalks in mountains steep.

We fight a war that never ends,
And no one knows what life portends,
Yet we fear not what daybreak brings,
We'll take whatever their side sends.

Wind-blown sand hits hard and stings;
The dunes shift fast and coat all things
With fine-grained dirt of desert's dust,
That fouls all weapons as it clings.

Still, on we move as we all must
To offer freedom to the just.
We fight to save each others' lives,
As in this world, In Friends We Trust.

Best Poems Written by Shawn Hall

A Service Member's Prayer

The Allegory of the Cage

Dying To Live

My Angels Sweet - Though You Are Gone

Nocturne of the Orient

Love's Gallant Steed

The Stage

Infinity Found

To Love a Child

A Service Member's Story - Aka In Friends We Trust