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Lauren Gift Poem
Boys grown to men
Bullets dogged to defend
Born with a strength
Their lives are of an unknown length
Left with a rage
With each and every letter they turn a page
Of another day of blood, sweat and tears
Which they will try to forget over the years
Hoping to be heroes of war
They wish to be so much more
To earn the praise of their fathers
The respect of others
Prisoners of America ego
Fighting feuds of long ago
A cult of government reign
For each and every death it is our lord that feels the pain
So many young souls that will be forsaken
And moments of time that will taken
Their is only one choice
To be answered with a hero's voice
A clear roll of the dice
An ultimate sacrifice
Of ones own life
* you will be missed
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2007
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Do not stand beside my grave and weep
for I am not there
for I did not die
I am the air that surrounds you
and the ground beneath you
I am the tear upon your cheek
and the sound of your weep
I am the north and south
and the change of seasons
Oh how god knows I have left you with out reason
Do not stand beside my grave and cry
for I am not there
For I Did not die
This poem uses the line " Do not stand beside my grave and weep". It was inspiration from a
famous poem by Mary Frye Titled "Don't stand beside my grave and weep for I am not dead, I do not sleep"
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2008
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The air blows nicely through my Louisiana porch
I could sit for hours and never check the time
It’s perfect to watch the sun shine
The cows are in the pasture, my dog is just a foot behind
Rocking in this old chair takes me to a simple state of mind
I don’t mind having company but don’t miss it if it ain't there
You can challenge me to a game of poker if you dare
Some call me a drunk
Some call me mean
But I say I'm somewhere in between
My old bird dog is the only love I have ever known
And there is no one sweeter than she
I call her Miss Gracie lea
My Louisiana porch is home to me
I would not trade my simple life for fame or money
For my view of the country is sweeter then honey
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2006
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With all my heart I have loved one man
Wild my heart would beat for him
But he is gone now and I am not sure I will ever understand
My mama told me never fall in love with cowboy
Their hearts are as broken as the soles of their cowboy boots
And their eyes are as cold as the barrels they shoot
But it is a cowboy’s love that speak to my heart
The smell of country air
And the gentle touch of a strong hand
But he is gone now I am not sure I will ever understand
Sunsets and cold mountain mornings are all he cares for now
He travels the lonely roads in Tennessee
And I am not sure if he will ever love me
But I will always thee
My mama said dry your eyes
she has always been so wise
For when one love flys south on the wings of a dove
Comes the promise of new love
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2006
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My Dear,
Tell me you love me
And I'll right you a song
perfect in measure and tune
A song so perfect that it will make the doves sing
and even the most stubborn boy will buy a ring
Tell me you love me
And I'll write you a poem
Perfect in time and rhyme
A pome so perfect it will make the sunshine
and even turn grapes into wine
Tell me you love me
and I'll be yours forever
and no man shall ever hear a song or poem so clever
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2008
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Do your good in the shadows
and you may walk with pride in the sun
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2010
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I write about good times underneath shady trees
Dreaming of love and good whisky
Old Yeller sleeping on the front porch
Catching fireflies in a mason jar
And Singing country poetry
Kenny Chesney and Willie Nelson are blaring from my car radio
Making sweet love under the hot summer sun on a bed of dandelions
I’ll asks you to be my darlin if you don’t mind that I’m country
Because I don’t know much about love or god
But I know that I will be singing country poetry till I die
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2006
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no cares or worries
no race to be won
just laughter and fun
Just slow down the pace
and remember the place
where we first kissed
Laying around all day
seats made out of bails of hay
sometimes I think I could just stay this way
fishing and swimming all day long
singing along to a country song
tubing down the steam
and sharing all our dreams
we were a team
partners in crime
anything I had was yours and mine
high pace cities have same sunrise and set
but the country life is where we met
It taste so bitter sweet for He is not mine hold
and its this big world in which I'm left to feel so cold
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2006
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A loyal cowboy always dies young but never goes easy
Playing on the edge of reason
and bound for plains of Oklahoma
searching for an old saloon
to drink too much whisky in
he camps out and gazes at the moon
Plays a game of Poker but only if he knows he can win
Dreams of the love he left behind
And wonders he will ever find another love of her kind
A cowboy Keeps one love in his heart and never strays
To the arms of another he will never fall
He does all he can to keep a smile on her face
And from her kiss he find no sweeter taste
Oh a cowboy's love is hard find
but it truly one of a kind
A cowboy's love will never die
No matter how hard one my try
Those memories he made
will never fade
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2006
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Poetry like your love reveals all my untruths. It is amazing how naked our words can make us. Poets we are. Servants only to the ink which exposes us. Ambiguous in nature but defining in language.
Poets, my ink is your forever yours.
Copyright © Lauren Gift | Year Posted 2008
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