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Milton Batchelor Poem
( a poem inspired by Lozen, a female Apache warrior)
Her blood boils just like a mans
Her thirst for honor , the way she stands
She refused to bow
She refused to cower
Her bloodlust was justified
As the shield of her valor
Against the greatest odds
She knew no fear
She supported and fought along side her brother, chief
For so many years
A brilliant strategist
She outsmarted U.S. military might
She left a blood trail behind her
And her people's freedom in her sights
Never humbled, never kneeled
Never really defeated, never to yield
I am inspired by her strenth and for freedoms' right
That no man was her equal in battle and in life.
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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Milton Batchelor Poem
I refuse to stand alone
I call on my bothers and sisters in faith
We will not be suade by misguided trends
We will be focused and staunch in our charity and kindness
We may bend but we will not shatter
We love all and wish all good fortune
And desire all the best of life
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2025
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Milton Batchelor Poem
I've heard the beginning and end of many stories told
I've seen life's flame flicker out both young and old
But the world keeps turning
I've had love conquer and condemn us vay
I've seen trenches dug and filled with dreams of the day
But the world keeps turning
Nobody wants to be truly free
Nobody wishes a future they can't presently see
But the world keeps turning
I hope for freedom and peace my friend
I hope as blissful as your innocent beginning was so shall be your end
But will the world be turning?
I wish all hope and goodness is fulfilled
Without the payments of sufferings and temperance is willed
I hope we never see the world stand still
And i know it will keep turning
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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I weaponize my words with venom
Seared with truth
Laced with honor
They cannot endure without the antidote of denial
Nour can they bare the scars of reluctance
They squander their hope on impunity
They measure their joy in frailty
How can we as they live when they question their own life?
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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Milton Batchelor Poem
My life for my love
She is all that I have known
I am pleased with that
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Milton Batchelor Poem
It's about to be the realist it's ever been
The gong is struck ringing the beginning of the end
All the want to succeed all the desire to win
Is being replaced by the final pretend
Whatever dream you had whatever felt this bad
It grabs you like a fad in all that you hoped you would have had
It's gone, its dust its mist its rusted away
The sun is setting it's the end of the day
No time to cry know when to play
Those moments are memories and there fading away
You could shiver in the night
You could ask for another fight
But you couldn't even handle it when there was light
So how you going to handle walking by faith and not by sight
You could pray for the rest
Or choose to run after the best
You can pound on your chest and demand another test
But the bell is about to ring
The angle of death is about to sing
And you're about to learn the hardest lesson
No one owes you a thing.
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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Foreshadowing all
my needs, My wants are to vague
My honor is wide
Nothing left for true reason
Insanity is my cave
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2025
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She is unobtainable because of social concepts.
Friendly to a fault, not hers.
She cannot hide her beauty, though she tries.
She seems to fight the attention
and doesn't seem to desire it.
To say she's an old man's fancy is to admit my feelings.
But, i will not lie to myself.
I just would like to see her acknowledge that i respect her.
That would be enough for me.
Until then seeing her smile and happy placates my whims.
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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Press hard my friend
To see the end
Dont worry if you win
Fate is not your kin
My lasting thought
I swear I aught
To wear and tout
The spring has frought
Penance is paid
Pain is laid
I rouse this maiden of staunch confused cadence.
The stench of death is the only fragrance
But im alive you see
Birthed in this fools venture, but free
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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Milton Batchelor Poem
Death is not to fear
As long as she stays away
I will not call her
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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