1995 Poems - Poems about 1995

'Round table we sat that fine day With turkey all carved on a tray. She grabbed that drumstick She wanted to lick! Our nine-month grandbaby- HOORAY! November 19, 2022 ~3rd Place~ Contest: A Fun Holiday Limerick Sponsor: Tania Kitchin Judged: 11/24/2022 (True Memory- Photo Above!) ...

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simply is simple I wish I might feign I wish I might go to stumble to quake simply is something I feign I might die I feign I might rise to reverie to time simple is simply is simple is not to close to open to get the maestro out...

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JOURNEY- 1995 Weren’t we hauling ass? The sheep, the olive trees, sentinel windmills, the woodlands and fields, the rivers, the creeks, the undulating topography like the musical score of a landscape melody riding on the rhythms of a percussion ensemble of steel wheels and rails, the white-light blue sky of Castilla-LaMancha blowing by us like a film on fast forward Draped over his seat,...

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Saigon 1995 Saigon 1995 In 1995 I was one of the first American tourists Allowed into Vietnam To freely wander about Tourism was at its infancy And Saigon was chaotic Wild and crazy Traffic was insane There were few tourism sites Few hotels Few guest houses And not too many restaurants The food was good We saw the war memorial The reunification palace And the big market But we felt we were...

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CHRISTMAS IN BOSNIA-HERZAGOVINA 1994 Another Christmas brought them to more winter night they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right, and they can see their children cry but not a one will reason why, nor think upon enough to see the light. There's no repent for killing, as it's done, and no resistance to it going on, just hate on hate that only...

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NIGHTS IN BOSNIA-HERZOGOVINA - 1995 We love you death, and welcome all you're not; no love, no hate, no failing and no gain, no fighting for the things we haven't got nor wondering about our latest pain. Your mercy is a thing we'd surely bless anticipating you, our only friend, who brings conclusion to all wretchedness the only one who knows us in...

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BOMBERS AND BUTCHERS Don't worry little girl, you need not cry, we know your tears, and feel them every one and all too well, though many more will die, you will go home again, it is not gone, but merely re-arranged, or burned at most, your place called home still thrives for you one day to dream and build again, a fence,...

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SARAJEVO-1995 Another Cease Fire As old as death and cold as nevermore all set to stone, by those who've died before; the acts of love, though viewed a falacy reveal the truth of what has come to be and given to what friendship has in store. This city with its palaces should die though all the world would come to wonder...

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Dear Santa, It's almost a year now since the pain came to stay, I do not know how to react anymore - he was here but now no longer... Is it possible that tears of long ago can still stain the present heart? That a lonely soul can still fight back the rivers filled with yearning that want to...

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He's not one to hold hands with people, but when I heard he wanted to die, I wanted to hold his hand tightly so his weak bones became mine and the muscles in my arm became his so he was strong. I've always known pain, but the night he got alittle taste of his own,...

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BOSNA RIVER - Sarajevo 1995 I love you death, and welcome all you're not; no love, no hate, no failing and no gain, no fighting for the things we haven't got nor wondering about our latest pain. Your mercy is a thing I surely bless anticipating you, my only friend, who brings conclusion to life's wretchedness the only one who knows us in...

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VRBANJA - BRIDGE OF DEATH - SARAJEVO 1995 You steal the light when there is none to see when there is nothing left, you take it all, For Sarajevo. just the shell of we stands mesmerized; and backed against the wall. Our Balken moon's behind some branches bare We watch it move so slow and lovingly until it leaves the trees...

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SARAJEVO 1995 - CITY ON FIRE In the reading of the tea leaves from the light of candle flame, is the vision of the coming of more ways to stay the same. From the smell of incense burning and the taste of sacred wine, is the knowing of the reason God won't let the sun to shine. From the praying to the candle, in the...

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STONE PALACES OF SARAJEVO - 1995 If you must touch me in your way, my deepest part no one has known, you'll find more things than I can say explaining why I've been alone. Through Sarajevo, can we smile when every heart is made of stone? Though mine's been empty for a while where one day flowers might have grown. There's still a bit...

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SARAJEVO SUICIDE -1995 If only I'd the heart to be the stronger of the two of we, perchance I'd find you hiding here and part of who is you and me. But merciless, love gives no clue from whence it comes, nor goes into; the time of day it might appear, then leave, the very same as you. I have no mind for fickle...

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