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Jake Boone Poem
In comes the call
From far down the hall
A cheery voice with a Texas
draw twanged out a saying
starting with "Y'all".
Oh it was the end of it all!
I packed up my bags
Left those northern jags
And moved to Texas.
Copyright © Jake Boone | Year Posted 2012
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I have been here before, many times before. I was here at Normandy, I was here at
Thermopolis, I was here at Gettysburg, and at custards last stand. There are white
bleached skulls under foot, as I survey the valley below. It is, as all men must find not
a valley of death, but of despair. It is a place where warriors go as their time draws
near, a place of gray and dark, of serene silence and yet a maelstrom of buffeting wind.
It is the icy stab of bitter chill and the empty hollow of true isolation. It is the fear
in a man’s heart as he turns to face a death he has come to realize he cannot escape. I
have been here, always. Perhaps I am a part of every man who has come here, perhaps that
is what you would wish to believe. Through it all, I stand here waiting; I stand here
ready to look a man in his eyes and let the shadow of my scythe block out the light of his
eyes. I am, the final embrace.
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For the briefest moment His face shines upon you,
You are the center, the focus, all that is important in that flash.
In His gaze your are nurtured and grow to your prime,
In that single glimpse you see in His eyes the briefest image of what you can attain.
But soon, he begins to look away, you begin to wither.
The undoing lasts far longer than the flash.
Soon He has looked away; it was but a vapor as they say.
He looks away.
Life, He is a spirit of great charm, intoxicating beauty, but he is fickle.
The greatest of entertainers, the briefest of friends, the cruelest of enemies
shortest of all our acquaintances.
Inspired by Tithonus
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If only I knew you,
If only
If only,
Perhaps again the sun would come to rise,
life again new mysterious surprise
No more hell, clear to heaven looking through your eyes
Death to all the lies, all the wretched screams and cries
IF is no future! It is the past,
life begins, but it doesn't last
the here and now, gone tomorrow,
If only you were here you could lift the sorrow
Let us move forward, soldier on tomorrow,
we'll beg bleed and steel, bend a knee and kneel
And perhaps, the value of our toil will bring about a deal
that gives us time again tomorrow to get back on the wheel
If only I knew you,
here today,
come and stay,
free me from this way.
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The men all lay around, down, down, down.
It’s a circle, six feet round.
Again comes the artillery
Down, down, down.
And all the men remaining gather round.
And in comes the call, to charge the wall,
before the artillery is again to fall.
That damn Wall...
And its time, the men are watching,
Its time, to lead them out, to lead them down, to take them across
And I look to my men, beaten down, skin and bones thin.
But what is there left to do...
I stand
I whisper
"Men, it is not for life that we have lived,
Life is not our stop, it is a means to an end.
I am going now, to take the plunge, to take the wall, to take the fall.
Come, and let us finish what we all started."
And out, over the burm, into the field,
to the wall. And all fades to brightest white, all falls to darkest night.
The wall, I have taken, I have won.
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I wait for you, I dream of you
I have never met you
You fill my heart with youth, you give me hope
The thought of life without you, is enough to break my soul
Are you a god? Are you a mortal?
Does it matter?
I will find you, I will hold you, I will love you
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She launched one-hundred ships,
She quenched the thirst of men’s souls,
She imprisoned hearts with a single look,
Yet, you grow brighter than her with every stolen glance.
Copyright © Jake Boone | Year Posted 2011
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