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I am all alone in this great big world
My destiny is being unfurled
I am responsible for my plight
And what I may do tonight
There is no one else to put my shame
Only me, myself, and I to blame
What did I do wrong you may ask
Only I can unburden my task
She is gone so you maybe you can see
Her lost dreams are my reality
She passed on an October day
Leaving my boy behind with me to stay
It is a daunting thing this boy of mine
Looks like his mother time after time
I love my boy he is much like me
I just want him to be happy
I have been told time and time again
That I need to reel my boy in
I don’t see that he is doing any harm
He has gone through hell, that’s his yarn
His mom’s dreams were so easy to see
She wanted the best for him and me.
I have a big guilt because she is gone
And left me the ability to carry on
I only wish that I would have done the same
A love like hers was hard to explain
I left her for another a long time ago
Before I knew about the cancer so you know
When the news came that she was ill
I really wanted to take a bunch of pills
Pills to ease my guilty pain
Of leaving the woman I loved out in the rain.
To my son, if you ever read these words of prose
Please take the time to ensure that everybody knows
That I loved your mother very much indeed
And you were the product of love not a misdeed
I sit here with a tear running down my face
Trying to find another to replace
The girl I loved more than anything at all
Except you my son, you are the apple
The apple of my eye the fruit of my loom
My entire existence is for you to bloom
Your mother and I are proud of you
And are happy you are succeeding in all you do.
Son I hope you will forgive me for things I’ve done
I have one life to live and mistakes can’t be undone
I hope I will be forgiven in the afterlife
And be reunited with your mother and my wife.
I hope your pain eases as you grow older
Never forget, but get bolder
You are almost a man in this big world
Please learn from my mistakes before you unfurl
Your mother and I will be waiting for you
With our arms wide open to rescue
Rescue you from this world of pain
To come live in heaven with us again
Duane LaChance Sr. - 2012
I have spent most my life on ships of steel
Things of fiction now so real
I pray for my brothers who have passed
From every nation that laid their wrath
Under the water these ships can go
Where they go nobody knows
They are the oceans ghosts
Riding under the waves, Neptune’s host
These are mans magnificent machines
That patrol the waters so grim, so mean
The ones that survive and are here today
Pay tribute to those that have gone away
I often wondered if I would share their plight
And often slept a sleepless night
Imagining the thoughts that ran their mind
As their ship of steel met the unkind
A torpedo’s blow, a depth charge boom
Crumpled these hulls sent them to doom
Many a year I traveled the seas
Hoping this would not be my destiny
I pray for the men that put up the fight
To keep their ships from dying in the night
These brave men gave all for their country
Doing the deed, keeping us free
I have lived a beautiful life all around
Made possible by these men that are down
I just want to keep their memory
Very much alive for all eternity
There is much pride in the submarine force
So many men proudly stay the course
Following in their brothers steps
Hoping they will not be inept
I am about to retire and go ashore
And live my life forever more
Thinking about what these men did for me
And hoping that I lived up to their memory
If you read this poem please bow and pray
For the submarine force and the men that stay
They protect you while you are asleep at night
And are willing to die in the endless fight
Duane A. LaChance - 2012
1960 and the world was changing
A time for living and rearranging
Baseball in the school yard with a sponge ball and a fist
Donnie Brooks sang Mission Bell and Chubby did The Twist
Bobbie sox and ponytails, school dances were so much fun
Johnny Preston’s Running Bear. I loved the theme from Peter Gunn
A young senator from Boston was in the presidential race
Marty sang El Paso and there was a theme from A Summer Place
Mr. Custer and Alley Oop were fun songs to listen to
While Elvis said It’s Now or Never and also Stuck on You
Ford came out with the Edsel. Remember the unsinkable Molly Brown.
Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool even Cathy’s Clown
We had air raid warnings and marbles in our pockets
Movies in the park and Cape Canaveral shooting rockets
Gable and Monroe in the Misfits, Perry Mason on TV
And the Drifters were singing Save the Last Dance for Me.
There was a draft to serve our country and we were always ready
A time for holding hands and a time for going steady
Kirk Douglas was Spartacus and Burt was Elmer Gantry
Pies were made from scratch and there were apples in the pantry
Larry Hall sang Sandy and Bobby Rydell wailed Wild One
O Dio Mio From Annette. She and Frankie had so much fun
Lonely Blue Boy by Conway Twitty and Bobby’s Beyond the Sea
Duane twanged Because they’re Young and the Everly’s Let it be Me
Those days are precious memories that I hope will never fade
The world was so much kinder then and I was in eighth grade.
Have you ever listened to the talks of an old man?
Who was getting ready to go to never-never land
He sits and talks about his extensive life
And if married he talks about his wife
She was a magnificent woman he will say
But only if she has already gone away
For the ones that are still alive and well
These men wish they would go to hell
What is it about a woman that we love so much?
Is it their glaze or their tender touch?
We curse the earth when they are alive and well
And miss them dearly when they have gone to dwell
Then a new love does arise
That completely takes a man by surprise
He would do anything you see
Even get down on his knee
The days go by and then the years
Living through laughter and the tears
When you find the one you love the most
Treat her well even when she’s a ghost
The girl I have met I can finally see
She was the one that was meant for me
There is no anger and no pain
Only a chance to live once again
To you my dear I can honestly say
I want to be with you everyday
Even if I’m about to die
I will always love you that’s no lie
So when I am old and fading away
I will boast about you on these days
Remembering all the good we have had
Even when you were making me mad
We only have one life so it would seem
That all we can possibly redeem
Is the happiness that we have found
When one of us is no longer around
Duane A. LaChance Sr. - 2012
I was thinking back to better days
When you could sing along to the songs they played
We’d all tune in on Friday night
To see when Lucky Strike brought you the Hit Parade
Cindy Oh Cindy and Chances Are
Perry’s song Catch a Falling Star
Striped shirts on the dancers for Jailhouse Rockin’
And a touch of blues with the song I’m Walkin’
Pat sang about an April Shower
So please come down from your Ivory Tower
Instead of wondering what’s behind the green door
I took a trip with Duane Eddy on a Detour
I heard someone say Please Love me Forever
And a song about the Twelfth of Never
Then Buddy sang That’ll be the Day
All the way to Hernando’s Hideaway
I remember Kenny Chandler singing Heart
And Johnny’s Cry could make your teardrops start
Harry sang Daylight come and a bunch of banana
Paul was singing to his girl Diana
Sixteen Tons was a song about coal
The words to Padre touched my soul
And Fats was singing he found his thrill
On Blueberry, not Mocking Bird Hill
Wish we could return to way back then
Listen to the Kalin Twins singing When
Songs like Marianne and Nickelodeon’s tune
After I bought you the rainbow, I’ll buy you the moon
If only we could be two Silhouettes on the Shade
Just listening to music on the Hit Parade.
Civilian life is such a change of pace
No longer running in a rat race
No more setting the watch out to sea
Yet I still feel as I am not free
I worked many an hour in my military day
With meager compensation and no overtime pay
Eighty hours plus a week was common place
Let’s see politicians keep up that pace
Now I have seen many a proposal
Saying military retired pay is disposable
If you had only stood in my shoes for a moment
You probably would have found different employment
Military members are very proud to say
That we have the watch, go enjoy your day
We drink a cup of coffee so our eyes are keen
While you dream up laws to smash our dreams
I understand we need a balanced budget
I just wish you would use better judgment
There are other programs that we can cut the fat
Saving a dime on military folk feels like an attack
I proudly served our country much longer than most of you
I wonder if you’re starting to see the hue
Sometimes the color green is all you can see
You’re just weakening our beautiful country
I’ll end this poem on a thoughtful note
We the People are starting to think you are a joke
Are you doing all that you possibly can?
I think not, step up the pace. Understand?
Duane LaChance 2014
Its that time a year again, the time of year I feel artistic
Every Spring makes me feel terrific
I get out my thinking cap and write a brand new rap
A rap for all to hear, a rap for all to jeer, or if your kind a rap for all to cheer
This ode probably makes no sense, but it allows me to vent
Discussion of yesterdays losses and tomorrows promises
Maybe I will make you smile, or cause you to have some bile
That was gross I know, but this is just a show
A show of how words can come together and be in place forever
A show of how life can be sweet and kind, as for life you must find
Your place in this giant rock we call home, a place for you to bury the bone
Everybody should put pen to paper and we all should read the caper.
While this poem made absolutely no sense
I am sure it won't help me pay the rent
But I felt like writing a little note to share
If you don't like I really don't care.
Thank you for reading my prose
There are a select few that will get my pose
If you understand these words of mine
You will know I am having a great time.
Duane LaChance 2014
Through graveyard
meandering, just
me and Dad
stories sad
abbreviated down to
mostly names and dates
So we tell
their stories by turns
like poor Duane
Dinwiddie
died at age thirty-three of
bee sting allergy
So tragic
how she caught a chill
Angeline
age nineteen
who died before her wedding
day, her groom grieves still
Or the war
heroes, Frank and Finn
taken in
the prime of
life, no child or wife, they were
just children themselves
Gunther Gold
did what he was told
gullible
on a dare
lost his life to win respect
bullies didn't care
Bartleby
hypochondriac
cough, sneeze, hack
was ignored
by the whole village, but he
got them back- with plague
Len Kramer
the lion tamer
tried to save
his wife when
she unwisely came in, but-
got eaten instead
Philetus
on flying trapeeze
an ace- the
very best
until he had to sneeze- then
sadly laid to rest
Then Daddy
looks at me and I
look at him
giving in
to sudden gales of laughter
glad to be alive
(NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)
I have watched in fascination...
Witnessed errors in their ways...
I’ve even written poems bout
The endless games they plays.
I’m talking strictly politics
As politicians come and go,
What their motives and their metal
Represent to men like Joe...
Joe the plumber he’s the guy
His names even in the news...
One minute he’s a hero
Then he’s critically abused.
I can’t believe the pundits
Cause they lie to me each day...
They want me to pick a side...
But they don’t want me to play.
It’s tough to want to follow...
Someone who’s weaving like drunk...
From side to side on point by point,
Their indecision it’s pure junk.
They fear their own opinions,
But they don’t consider mine.
Their fear it manifests itself,
By how oft they change their minds...
One minute they’re all for it,
Then we read between the lines...
Their words were taken out of context,
Now we know they’ve got no spines.
They’ve lied so well and for so long...
And They've the benefit of doubt,
It’s time we as Americans...
Just throw all of the bums out.
Duane A. Jones
Copyright 2010
Form:
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
My name is Duane and welcome to my world.
I live with my family and friends in the hood;
I'm not Denzel, but I still look good.
I love classic cartoons, video games,
Cooking good food, music, and dames.
I'm a very nice guy, so please don't judge;
I'm more than hot chocolate--I'm a bowl of hot fudge.
Some people think that I'm a little nutty;
I'll tell you some jokes if you'll be my buddy.
I'll be there for you when things get rough;
Like New Kids on the Block, I'm hanging tough.
Underneath my skin, I also have a heart:
Be careful with it or I'll fall apart.
Now I may not have a mansion, a yacht, or a Ford,
But I know that I'm nothing without the Lord.
It's like a salad without the dressing;
I'm totally grateful for all of His blessings.
I hope that we can get along
And pray that our friendship will always stay strong.
Before I end my poem and go,
There's one more thing that you should know.
We all have one life to live, okay?
Put a smile on your face and your troubles will go away.