Long Heroic Poems
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I saw him walk outside my place
He caught my eyes with such a face.
He seemed he had no appetite
He was the same each day and night.
I felt for him as it was clear
To gain his trust and end his fear.
It was so grey with sunken eyes
I showed him food and hoped to rise.
And come so close that I could pet
With a tender touch if he would let.
As he approached and made to eat
I looked at him and watched his feet.
I made no move. I only watched.
He ate and left, and I was touched.
I did the same each night and day.
And in my heart of hearts, I’d pray
To gain his heart with a gentle touch.
Which he enjoyed so very much.
The way he stood and looked at me
Was a sign so clear that I could see.
It was no food that drew him near
He needed care, Oh lovely dear!
And soon we had a friendly bond
At last, he changed and me he loved.
We all have goals we'd like achieved.
The goals we set we find endeared.
We think our folks should also care.
To see how well we do and fare.
Alas, they don't, and we are shocked.
Sometimes we feel our path is blocked.
Are these the ones so close and dear?
Are these the ones we brought so near?
We try to stand despite the pain.
We try to fight with might and main.
The goals are hard to live without.
How hard it feels to live in doubt!
We start to fear the goals we had.
We start to feel so bad and sad.
There come to play more pits and holes.
We can surmount by such big goals.
The joy we feel when we succeed,
Is hard to tell or share indeed.
So, hitch your wagon to a star!
Success is sweet and not so far.
Sophie gained a MSci degree from London University,
In 2011, when she was 23, and was born prematurely,
So her Cerebral Palsy meant that post operation rehab,
Came thru the Riding for the Disabled Association, fab.
She loved Charters School, Sunningdale, an education,
And broke onto the Paralymic scene aged 16, action,
When as the youngest GB athlete in Athens, Greece,
She won a bronze on Hotstuff in the dressage piece.
The 2005 Hungary European Championships, next year,
Saw her win three gold medals, and then next again year,
The 2007 World Championships saw her win a bronze,
And in the freestyle dressage there were gold lawns!
The Summer Paralympics came round again in 2008,
But instead of the equestrian events being held, gate,
In Beijing with everything else, they were held away,
In Hong Kong, in the Olympic Equestrian Centre, way?
So determined Sophie competed in her second games,
To win an individual gold medal in the freestyle, claims,
And won a silver medal in the championship dressage,
This time on her horse Lambrusco, groomed corsage.
At this point in time in 2009, she won the MBE proud,
For her services to disabled sports, ‘cos she’s a loud,
Patron of many charities, and 2012 saw her take gold,
Once again, in the individual freestyle, postbox gold.
Sophie was given an OBE in 2013 in the honours list,
And in 2015 won a Woman of the Future Award to assist,
She works for Goldman Sachs in the financial city, hub,
With her first class masters degree in mathematics, club.
In deep thoughts of unity.
It’s always a world, for someone else to please.
Along with pleasure there is always hard earned pain.
Sometimes death for someone else’s easy gain.
Look what we have, by the winners they lose.
They only win, upon the kill they choose.
So what we have since the beginning of time, my friends.
That Evil only wins, is when God is in not in, our presence,
I still hold my mighty shield, I always carry my great sword.
I never take off my armor, I live by the book of the lord.
A warrior for Christ I am, the devils works shall pay.
Am a warrior for my Lord, I serve God then do what he says.
To much going wrong, why do I only see what is right.
I will keep fighting for every soul that needs a Life.
Someday this will be over, that is what I always hear.
Then I realized, that was the Devil talking in my ears.
I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.
Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their fearful woes
To only find they were only foes.
Evil has an "evil" mind
That can deliciously find
What may not be normal to some
To me can be quite exquisite fun.
Wicked is learning to find
Her very own peace of mind.
That man with a black soul
Her heart he had done stole.
Wicked's mind is so "wickedly" twisted
That her vengeance can't be listed.
But make no idiotic mistake
She can strike you just like a snake.
Demented is the one who knows
How to reel in all the beaus.
She can smile so delightfully sweet
And men seem to just fall at her feet.
Her mind is the most bizarre
She can be the evilest by far.
On her face, you will see a beautiful smile
While inside "demented" schemes most vile.
We are each who we are
All a particular shining star
Separately a Libra, Capricorn, and Leo
Collectively, we are The Haunted Trio.
Since I was the oldest of three sisters with a mum,
As my dad had died when I was at an age young,
I thought I’d join the navy to help out my family,
But I excluded the black segregation code anomaly.
In training our instructors gave us our work, hard,
But you could work up to being the mates, guard,
Of the officers, an intimate situation, all food made,
You would know everything after a while, anticipate.
Because I was black, I could only serve an officer,
But I was told the job was essential, but felt inferior,
Even though I knew many men that were jealous of me,
‘Cos we used to train men in flag control and gunnery.
We felt like a mobile target as planes bombed often,
The ship got repaired when it was replenished, ben,
But one morning after I’d been out, Cinderella Liberty,
Another black man came down, there was a calamity.
It was the Pearl Harbour bombing and the ship got hit,
Torpedoes fell onto us but did not explode, not writ,
But they went right into the hull and made our ship tip,
Such that eight minutes later the ship was history, a quip.
Upon the command abandon ship, I got through a port,
‘Cos I just knew not to put a life jacket on for passport,
We got to the walkway outside the captain’s cabin,
And then swam for Ford Island, our own safety to win.
I was hit in the head, the shoulder and the leg,
But was with a corpsman, a nurse, who had the peg,
Who saw me to Ford Island First Aid Station, his duty,
Then I went to the submarine base hospital, a casualty.
My friend Dorie Miller from when I was at school,
Saved the captain and his officer, he did not fool
With race, when on board the USS West Virginia,
But only got the Navy Cross because of his colour.
He should’ve got the Congressional Medal,
‘Cos that was what you got for that pedal;
He only didn’t get it because he was black,
Which is not fair when I pensively look back.
At Pearl Harbor I was a Second Class Gunner’s Mate,
On the USS LCS(L)-53, it was my home straight,
And we had radar picket duty with my proud gun,
Between Okinawa and Japan, my 20mm connon.
Unfortunately, I got an infection in my right hand,
But our craft was too small to have a doctor at hand,
But the destroyer William D Porter was right on duty,
So our skipper knew I’d loose my hand, so he did hurry.
He contacted the destroyer which pulled up aside,
I was chair lifted onto her, and luckily the sea did abide,
Felt so happy to set foot on her, and my mates teased,
That I’d be exchanged for ice-cream any day, they eased!
I was only there for one night, then went to hospital,
I went onto a hospital ship anchored that so was brutal,
And after Porter had dropped me, she returned to duty,
But within the hour was sunk by the Japanese in cruelty,
I got back into good shape on the hospital ship,
So went back to my ship, discharged and feeling tip;
I checked my record for all of the ships that I served,
And I was surprised, the Porter’s listed unreserved!
Oh dear, I am not coming back,
I remember that pendant on your neck,
Your thoughts like the car lifted by a jack,
I’m remembering them while sitting on the deck.
I don’t know where I truly lack,
But you can know, by looking back.
As I know you’re waiting for me,
But what can I do? I am not free.
Looks like you never tried to talk,
Clear your direction, then try to walk.
From my side, every path is blocked,
I am not coming, you should’ve knocked.
Because you know everything—what it's about,
I stay mum, never try to shout.
Even if you care, I have a doubt.
Make it clear before everything fades out.
Now I am going away in a bout,,
Maybe I will win, or maybe it’s my route.
After all, you know how feelings grow,
Some stones this world will surely throw.
We just try to avoid and go,
But I think there's something you should know—
Don’t ever try to stop your flow.
We all have grown in love,
Just like a tender little cub.
We sometimes try to fly like a dove,
But often find ourselves in a reckless tub,
Stuck in what feels like a viewing hub.
I just wanted to get you out of it,
This world is hard; it tries to hit.
Like a mindless person, don’t try to be idiotic to fit,
You need to understand this world a little bit.
Now it’s up to you—try to avoid it or get it?
There are some reasons I am not coming back,
Remember my words—it’s a secret hack.
Every time you have to fight when they try to attack,
These words are gone, but never let them lack.
Keep your head up, and straighten your back.
These are the words I wanted to share,
Now I’m breaking my crust and building my core layer.
I know you’re still waiting for me there,
But I’m not coming back—there’s a war to bear.
You don’t know, I’m on the losing side,
Some soldiers are prisoners, some barely survive.
I’m on a tank, just taking a ride,
Hunting enemies down while they run and hide.
They always attack from the coward’s side,
But I know I’m enough—enough from my side.
When you hear this old tune, get it stuck in your head,
And though your wife’s talking, you don’t hear what she said.
‘Cuz your mind is off elsewhere, stewing over a verse.
Not sure it’s a blessing; it’s more like a curse.
No matter the setting, no silence on roam;
You jot down the rhymes or record on your phone.
It consumes all your brain cells; it’s like a disease
When the muse starts back flowing, yes, flowing with ease.
So you’d best pay attention and write it all down,
Because there will be times when she’s not around.
At those times, you feel lonely, like something’s amiss,
and you’ll think back longingly to times like this.
Not sure it’s heroic, or an old cowboy song;
just know that it flows well and moves right along.
Seems it pours easily, like trying to breathe,
So I go with the flow and I hope she won’t leave.
Some say it’s a blessing, some say it’s a curse,
Don’t know where I’ll be when I get the next verse.
But it will distract me; I’ll be staring in space.
Just know that I’m getting the meter in place.
It’s not my disinterest in what you might say;
That silly old muse has just snatched me away.
I won’t make excuses; I won't, ‘cuz it’s true.
Just take some small comfort; it’s not about you.
I am learning more about me.
Who I am and who I aim to be.
I have found an outlet of sorts
That allows me all resorts.
The Soup has given me many new friends
Ones that have put me on the path to mends.
All the lovely comments and critiques
Help me to learn new techniques.
Some are family and are biased
But the one that remains the highest.
Comes from a dear sweet friend
Who likes my work to no end.
Or maybe just my name
Whatever, remains the same.
His work speaks to me
In my minds eye can see
All the places and scenes
Playing out on a screen
Some shock like a taser
Thank you dear James Fraser