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Caleb Girard Poem
He takes pride in the lands
Stolen from people long ago
The blood on his hands
He has chosen to forgo
He flies a worn flag
Decorated with our rights
Forgetting the price tag
And all the bloody fights
He praises those who fought
Forgetting what they did
To the innocent people brought
To do the leader’s bid
He prays for those in war
Oblivious to the fact
That these sacred mohr
Are slaughtering at contact
He loves using the fun
Of freedom for all bids
Until he sees a gun
In a school full of kids
His children praise lord
Just like past generations
They get the reward
Of forgoing lacerations
Freedom of speech
Is the best of all rights
Until love is what you preach
Then it starts fights
God bless America
And everyone it has to behold
Except if you’re from africa
Then you were being sold
This land is beautiful
If you’re a white straight male
It’s hard to be dutiful
If that’s all we hail
The patriot is doing his duty
After all what’s not to like
About a stolen land of beauty
That never fails to strike
I pledge allegiance to the flag
That annexed so many before
Slaughtered those who wore rags
And those who opposed in war
O say can you see
by the dawns early light
Americans on a bomb spree
That is winning the fight
At what cost
“Your personal favorite” contest
2 August 2021
Copyright © Caleb Girard | Year Posted 2021
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Caleb Girard Poem
When I stare off into space
I think of a place
Where we could be together
We would ride on the stars
Instead of skipping bars
Escaping the evil eyes
The world wouldn’t judge
When I give your nose a nudge
With mine
We’d be alone with the sun
Creating our own endless fun
Together
There would be no more prayer
We could be us without a care
Or hateful remark
In my private universe
We’d be together until the hearse
Copyright © Caleb Girard | Year Posted 2020
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Caleb Girard Poem
I knew it was wrong
I’m sorry
It wasn’t for that long
I’m sorry
But the deed is now done
I’m sorry
And I’m no longer his fun
I’m sorry
He seemed so calm
I knew it was wrong
While I had a qualm
I knew it was wrong
But I buried my Yelp
I knew it was wrong
To ask lord for help
I knew it was wrong
My eyes went dead
He seemed so calm
Only they left the bed
He seemed so calm
I pushed his wet chin
He seemed so calm
Off of my scarred skin
He seemed so calm
I’m sorry
My eyes went dead
Next time I’ll parry
My eyes went dead
He asked if I loved him
My eyes went dead
I’ll always love you Tim
My eyes went dead
I left his house silent
I’m sorry
I was the compliant
I’m sorry
I’ll never be the same
I’m sorry
And I know I am to blame
I’m sorry
Copyright © Caleb Girard | Year Posted 2020
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Caleb Girard Poem
The greatest actor of all is not you nor me
He hides in plain sight
He wears a mask he thinks sets him free
From the monsters that bite
The greatest actor sees everything weird
He sees things in color yet everything in grays
This peculiarity just adds to him being feared
Even by himself some days
With this mask, he does get tired
Its heaviness starts to make the mask drag
The mask-free life is what he desired
If only it were real so he could brag
People are mean not knowing his story
They think nothing of him for the mask is on
They don’t know how often the monster can be gory
By the light from his eyes that is always gone
He acts each day to make people glad
For he doesn’t want others to do the same
He messes up sometimes and acts sad
But people think its just a game
Acting upon acting makes him greater but so small
holding his mask is no small task
So he is the greatest actor of all
Copyright © Caleb Girard | Year Posted 2020
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Caleb Girard Poem
A Gent See I
Ev'ry day doth he appear
In the corner of his face
Art drops of briny sorrow that adhere
His grizzled brace
O how sorrowful
That gent weeps
His sharp eyes turn dull
Looking back at me the gent turns to both of his ears
Complain may he but that matter does not change the years
Within my perplexity
I say with intensity
“Force’d I, to step away from thy cursed object
The object fear’d by most who connect
Doth thou think of me as that?
As dirty as the homeless cat?
Thou art mocking me
I will away from thee!”
So the old gent parted his way
Off to where he lay
Copyright © Caleb Girard | Year Posted 2020
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Caleb Girard Poem
In the darkness of night
Wondering if I will see light
For I have seen it all,
both solemn people and bright
But never have I ever seen the light
Wondering if I ever will, I stay very still
waiting for the perfect sight.
Maybe if I open my eyes I will see the feeling I adore
No that is impossible for I have never felt it before
Like the early glowing sun in the west
Like the glowing fire on Christmas Eve
No more can I see the light
I will never get the feeling I adore
For that I fall miserably to the floor
In the darkness of night
Copyright © Caleb Girard | Year Posted 2020
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