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Michael Wambsgans Poem
An emphatic shout of "A Daughter"
From the room could be heard!
Not in April nor August,
But on September the Third.
The story began with
The joining of two
People, young and in love,
Resulting in a beautiful you.
Some men pray, hope and
Yearn for a son.
Holding you daughter, that first day,
Joy in my life was easily outdone.
I have watched you grow
Over the last sixteen years,
And I am unable to count the moments
That have brought me joyous tears.
Now before me stands an intelligent,
Beautiful, loving young lass.
I am overwhelmed as your proud father,
My expectations, you have surely surpassed.
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A quick, furtive glance
To insure no one can stop
The heinous act by chance
The life about to be taken
Is one that has been
Battered and forsaken
Tired of the disappointments
Attempting to please with
Fruitless compliments
The soul in release, ne'er cold
For the fortunate task
Freeing the tumultuous soul
Digressing from further raving
Time to take the life
Of the end, it is craving
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The warmth cascading over
me like a tropical waterfall
Dragging me deeper, and deeper still
til I am oblivious to all
The softness, described as the
of silk or pure down
An equal, having been searched for
could never be found
Whether sunlight or moonlight
breathtaking to behold
One glance from afar, comparably
more precious than gold
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The Man in the Moon is smiling,
Or so it has been said.
But what makes him grin so
I ponder inside my head?
Could it be, from his perch
Gazing upon Mother Earth,
The beauty I am sure he beholds
Bringing to his face such mirth?
Or maybe a passing comet,
Grazing and tickling his side.
Surely enough to cause a
Smile, on his face, to reside.
Then again, maybe the lovers
Strolling along at oceanside.
In his soft, glorious glow
He amusingly has spied.
The latter is the answer, and
He and I share the same view.
He is smiling like myself cause
We both see the beautiful You.
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All around me there is misery,
and in that irrefutable fact
there is comfort.
I can sense it in the air,
I can hear it, the sickening screams,
I am not suffering alone.
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Closing my eyes
welcoming the endless sleep
Tired and weary
entering the deepest deep
The shroud of warmth
a pleasure to the ghastly end
Caressing, coaxing me
as if a long, lost friend
The clouded watery tomb
softly enveloping me
Giving me pause
however brief it may be
The signs, the signs
visible and always present
The world being blind
to another young life, misspent.
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Michael Wambsgans Poem
Being almost a year since the journey began,
With hugs, kisses and firm shakes of the hand.
The saying rings true, parting is such sweet sorrow,
The impending doom, maybe ne'er seeing tomorrow.
With good intentions, and of good will in mind,
In a faraway land, no welcoming party we did find.
The missions commenced as tears began to fall,
Hopes of making it home together, dare I say, not all.
Taps beginning to play, memories of all the others,
Comrades in arms, sons, daughters, husbands, mothers.
Visible tears may cease; the hurt will surely always burn,
For all of buddies in combat who will not return.
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