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Alex Hazzard Poem
Through the air they came,
shattering the silent peace. A voice,
"is that the rain, it is the rain," as
they danced aloud on the metal
roof.
A memory asleep sparked as a
mighty flame;early in June when the
rains would come, the thirst of a
dying earth to quench, awaken
memories.
I remember the plain, that big plain
where children pranced: dead
brown, had life surely sprung in
awesome green, and gaping mouths
therewith would close. The healthy
plague spreaded, thus green life
spawned,
I remember the trees, some fruit
trees, when their naked armes
would bud, then fruit came, along
with the wild birds who had their fill,
and the children, rambling with long
rods and plastic bags to gather the
spoils for later a feast.
The sleeping lands awoke and
happiness could breathe once more.
The dancing fades now and the
memory slowly sleep, for I will
always remember the rains.
Copyright © Alex Hazzard | Year Posted 2012
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Alex Hazzard Poem
Oh granny, how I wish I'd known you.
All i have is a frame,
your face lay within, clean and still, I stare;
Your thick, black hair and drowsy eyes,
Frowned lips wrinkled, a smile to see I wish,
Your failing skin brown and dull and creased, beautiful to me
My heart yearns your presence near,
in flesh and in voice, to utter things untold,
and roads in life should I
know
Grief fills me as I stare,
fingers pressed upon your glassy face,
The build of a tear to fall
Oh granny, how I wish you were here
Copyright © Alex Hazzard | Year Posted 2012
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Alex Hazzard Poem
He left, I was only a boy; vernal and
frail
and ignorant,
In a fierce world, hardship and
dread there
within, and there was I, growing
bitter
and ever
cold.
I clung to her who's flesh from
whence I
came;from her who bore birth's
pain.
Her
nurture fed me and her heart
spilled on
mine a good, ever growing close in
her
tightening grip
Time has past, a bitter grew, him
towards.
He lingers in a memory close,
But her presence created me a
peace, soft
and sweet, heavy not my heart, and
I
suffered nomore.
Copyright © Alex Hazzard | Year Posted 2012
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