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Randall Hazen Poem
I am the Eagle, and you are the Dove.
I stand for freedom, and you stand for love.
I stand for virtue , where once there was none.
I stand for victory, we must overcome.
You are the Eagle, and I'am the Dove.
You stand for freedom, and I stand for Love.
I stand for peace, in a tormented land.
I stand for Man, reaching out to help Man.
You are the Eagle, And you are the Dove.
you stand for freedom, And you stand for Love.
You are the virtue, you fight for the right.
You're the light shining, in the oncoming night.
I am the Eagle, and you are the Dove.
You are my Lady, and you are my Love.
So then let us ask, of the good lord above.
Why can't the Eagle, be more like the Dove!
"Dedicated to all those who fought in War's, and all those who fought to save them."
Randall Scott Hazen
Copyright © Randall Hazen | Year Posted 2010
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Randall Hazen Poem
I remember when it happened, It was not so long ago.
The day that I first met you, and I felt that warming glow.
It made me feel funny, why that is I do not know.
Or maybe then again I did, it was love starting to grow.
Just as a little seedling, when it first begins to bloom.
You made my heart dance joyfully, when you walked into the room.
And finally I asked you, if you would be my wife.
And share the joy's and sorrow's, that two people share in life.
And now we are together, and we'll never be apart.
Because you see my darling, You will always have my heart.
{ Dedicated to my loving wife Cheryl, who's helped me throughout the last thirty-two years}
Randall Scott Hazen
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Randall Hazen Poem
It was six o five on sunday, the year twenty fifty one.
When the news told how it happened, and when it had begun.
There were people running everywhere, as the panic hit the streets.
There were little children crying, from the lack of food to eat.
It was foretold four and twenty years, before it had arrived.
To put an end to war and hate, if man wished to survive.
But man is just an animal, who's lust rules over all.
He strives to reach the universe, while his thinking is so small.
He's a greedy little insect, who thinks only of himself.
He thinks in terms of ownership, He thinks in terms of wealth.
But then the fateful day arrived, and struck the deadly blow.
And put an end to all man's fear's, Of the things he'd never know.
So listen all you people, On the planets near and far.
Don't ever strive to be like Man, Be happy as you are!
{Dedicated to the memory of Man}
Randall S Hazen
Copyright © Randall Hazen | Year Posted 2010
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