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Tammi Lavachek Poem
One day, two days, three days, four.
One month, six months a year or more.
Devastation and destruction the causalities of war.
Not knowing if tomorrow it’s death at your door.
Nobody really knows what each day holds in store.
Sights, sounds and images all burned into my core.
Death doesn’t care if you are rich or poor.
Blood, guts and tears, only so much you can ignore.
I sit and I wonder what is all this for?
Is it all just politics are we all just whores?
Forced to fight a battle, trying to settle a score.
What price must we pay, what price before?
We say enough is enough, the voices scream and roar.
Hearts have been broken, in half they are tore.
Friends, family and loved ones all of which implore.
Bring them home safely; let them walk through my door.
Let not what they are fighting for be underscored.
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So many sights, thoughts, and sounds.
Things whirling through my mind round and round.
I try so hard to just shut down.
I ask for sleep but none is found.
As tight as a drum I am wound.
Noise, noise, noise all around.
To a sleepless night I am bound.
Finally things settle down.
Oddly enough, silence is the loudest sound.
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Tammi Lavachek Poem
Deaf, Dumb, Blind.
Who’s the disadvantaged ones?
Us for not taking every opportunity.
To realize the greatness around us?
To deaf to listen.
To dumb to know better.
And to blind to see what’s right in front of us.
Life and all its wonders.
Yet, all they can do is wonder.
Who’s the disadvantaged?
We are.
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Tammi Lavachek Poem
If eyes are the mirrors to our soul.
A reflection of who we are or yet to be.
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
A mirror on the wall shines back at me.
I lift my eyes in hopes to see.
A different person looking back at me.
What is the role of this long lost soul?
There are no eyes simply holes.
I try to look, I try to see.
But all is empty in front of me.
Look into my eyes and tell me what to see.
What to do, what to be.
Give me a reason to just believe.
That I’m more than the image staring back at me.
Something that fades like night to day.
Something that disappears as I step away.
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Tammi Lavachek Poem
Loving someone is not the same as knowing someone
It would be nice if others could feel this free.
Why can’t they see?
If she’s with she. .
I’m proud to be able to say.
I knew you and I loved you anyway.
You for you, me for me.
To be whatever we wanted to be.
Or he’s with he.
That it’s simply ok to agree to disagree.
Live and let live be who you’ll be.
To just be accepted and allowed to live free.
Free from the worry.
Free from the pain.
Free from the jury.
Free from the disdain.
We’re not all that different actually quite same.
Two arms, two legs a face and a name.
Why do they say we, should be ashamed?
Threatened and beaten, sometimes just maimed.
Does that give them satisfaction, something obtained?
In the long run they’ve lost, more than they’ve gained.
Insight, tolerance, to treat others human.
Things they wish for themselves, like I said.
We’re “ Quite Same “
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