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Alan Short Poem
Moving quietly so not to wake her,
My lover half covered sighs like a purr,
We have had our pleasure
And now it's time for me to leave.
But the sight and smell causes me
A moment's thrill as I remember
our first kiss.
But I must leave, no time to dwell,
Thoughts of what could be,
Bow down to what life must be.
Without her my life is grey,
At home my other life awaits,
Here I am a lover,
At home I am needed -
but as a wife and mother.
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Alan Short Poem
The ground was dark and bloody,
My hands held the hammer,
I had only done my job.
But was that right?
He lay upon the wood in agony,
No one cared,
None helped,
All watched.
As he was lifted into place
I felt nothing.
I had done my job.
But now I am less sure
as I stand watch.
He speaks.
I can hardly hear the words.
The sky darkens,
The earth shakes,
He has gone.
But I only did my job.
Didn't I?
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Alan Short Poem
They had stepped up and been told to stop,
Whistles had blown them over the top.
Most were boys that had become men,
Most looked forward to going home again.
But some never made it back,
Some never survived that mad attack,
"Onwards lads!" the sarge had said,
"Keep going boys!" as the rush they led.
Some were stopped when death tapped their chests,
Others carried on to those deadly nests,
But those that survived the pointless war,
Said the soil looked different than before.
"It has a tint that cannot be erased,
cos I left my mate there without any grave."
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Alan Short Poem
If I could be a flower for thee,
It would be the sweetest of sweet sweetpea,
I would cling to you with tendrils so strong,
my perfume would stay with you even
when I had gone.
But instead if your pet I should be,
then make it one to be with you eternally,
If you want neither pet nor flower,
turn aside, leave, do not watch
as I wither by the hour.
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Alan Short Poem
How do you cope with today?
You can't ignore it -
It won't go away.
The kids all laugh and say,
"It's easy!"
But that's not true,
It's not easy-peasy.
When I was young,
Did I say the same?
Is that what I told the oldies
And played the game?
Maybe I did play it the same.
The day comes and the day goes,
And I have gotten oh so slow.
Kids just say, "Come along gramps, move it along!"
I think you just carry on.
'Cos how do you cope with today?
It just won't go away!
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Alan Short Poem
I remember her young and cool,
When my mates acted the fool.
I remember her long flowing locks,
And how she filled her many frocks.
I remember the tears,
And the joy we shared,
We were always together,
In love, what a pair.
But now you're gone, dragged away,
I'll find you again, promise, one day.
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Alan Short Poem
Stars twinkle and flicker all the time,
And I think I am too old to mind,
It costs me more as time goes on,
But stars still twinkle off and on.
When my time has been used,
And I am dust upon your shoes,
Look up to the night time sky,
And see a star and wonder why?
Please think kindly of me,
As I swim in that heavenly sea,
For all I have ever done or been,
Is not for me but a hope to be seen.
To leave a mark, a token too,
To be remembered mainly by you,
This vain hope is a sin, I know,
But as a star in your heart
I would glow.
Grow and glow, and warm and protect,
If this only could be
It would be perfect.
And so when you look at the stars above,
See me and know
All my love.
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Alan Short Poem
Do angels tread this land of ours?
Our lives touched by guarding powers?
Is it luck that we missed that train or bus?
Or was some diving power protecting us?
If you should see a white feather
where none should be,
Then know this, you have an angel
protecting thee.
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Alan Short Poem
Lost in a sea of despair,
Floating, just hanging there,
It gets better they all say,
Take it easy day by day.
Weeks go by but still the pain,
Nothing changes, life down the drain.
You think it's easy to deal with this,
Wait til you taste death's last kiss.
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The pain she bears is too strong,
She cannot cope, this is wrong,
No help or comfort can she find,
All will shun her, she says in her mind.
Some do care, but cannot show,
Others cannot see, they must not know,
So alone she bears the agony and woe,
Til she breaks, then all doth know.
One person stands tall,
A beacon of love for the forlorn,
"Come to me, tell me,
Let me help you through your storm."
Arms wide open, heartful of love,
Oh Mum, you are sent from above.
Copyright © Alan Short | Year Posted 2010
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