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Larry Smith Poem
Drawn to thy beauty, grace rains down;
I choose this drowning than a drought –
Where ten thousand are called mine own;
Yet, deny thee and live without.
Skilled not enough to understand;
Words unheard, find their voice through thee;
As I reach out then find thy hand;
I see light take darkness from me.
Chaos knits together unity:
Thoughts run free, once captive in chains;
Cleansed from fear in thy purity;
Would I leave, canceling such gains?
Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2006
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Larry Smith Poem
I wade the waterside enticing death.
The sea extols the brash to th’ outermost
Abyss. A ‘know it all’, I challenged this
Watery host.
I capsized in the tumultuous seas;
I’m in the heart of the abyssal deep.
The billowing waters; they crest and fall,
Enmesh and sweep.
Disjointed and astray from sight, I strive
Complacently for that redemptive shoal.
This mortuary that’s surrounding me
Entombs my soul.
I look toward the surface as I scan
The depth of darkness for some tethered hope.
I clutch my hands into the obvious
End of my rope.
The moorings are beyond my grasp. I gasp
And struggle for air as I hold my breath.
The hint is clear enough; I closed my eyes
And swallowed Death.
Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2009
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My cigarettes and stale air mix into
a heavy, yet familiar smell. A scent
that starves my soul but feeds the ballyhoo
that I enjoy this. Then there's days I've spent
in fellowship with coffee; a dark friend
whose warm but bitter taste comforts my nerves.
The fear and familiarity outspend
the price an unrepentant life deserves.
I smoke in defiance of who I am;
exhaling streams of smoke that silhouette
the fact I act like I don't give a damn.
But STOP!
It's time to smoke a cigarette
and quietly deny I've given up
this being my last smoke or my last cup.
Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2007
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We stood there so close together
holding onto elusive dreams.
We knew the choice wasn't whether
we loved; rather, to what extremes.
I thought you thought we were meant to be.
You thought I thought love came easily,
but I was there to see you smile
under that willow tree.
I knew we were tempted to stay;
who would have thought we'd been this bold?
The truth was more than we should say;
as some things are best left untold.
I hoped you hoped a kiss might move me.
You hoped I hoped love came patiently,
but I was there to see you cry
under that willow tree.
Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2010
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As the salvo to parry any blow
succumbs to a deserted battlefield;
what does a warrior do who doesn't know
the war is over and it's time to yield?
The gusto of engagement stirs the thrill
for one final conquest; one final kill!
That last valiant stand is more grave to keep
than slowly wane supine among the sheep.
I canvassed the landscape for upheaval
that needed my sacred call to duty,
but witnessed a warm, sanguine primeval
extolling the virtues of grace and beauty!
The boredom from this unruffled assault;
the pallor of repose leaves who at fault?
If victory (or loss) conclude the fight,
why end the battle that makes war so trite?
I cry, “Is there a battle needing fought”?
The notion is pensive:
the struggle likely for naught.
A worthy offensive
will all the same
bring me no shame!
My Casus Belli is against this peace:
war IS the answer; and ultimate fleece!
Casus Belli
: an event or action that justifies or allegedly justifies a war or conflict
Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2009
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two unlikely pairs;
spontaneous rendezvous -
your eyes met my glance.
Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2005
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