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Jerry Heldman Poem
The house you never built
Has a nice setting on the edge of town
it has really nice curb appeal
with the perfect landscaping and edging
the shrubs and even a rose bush
there is a garden out back
This is the house you never built
you never put your heart in it
I was not worth it to you
what you didn't tear down
Is what you left me with
all alone, empty inside
I look in the mirror
I see a house that needs a lot of attention
something you never gave me
With some work, right buyer
I could be back on the market
some new carpeting and drapes
would really be a nice change in me
The Realtor called
they found a potential buyer
A widower
he lost his house in a tragic fire
He looking for a fixer-upper
something he could invest time and money in
he has experience remolding houses
Maybe, I can finally get this house finish
the house you never built
© Jerry L. Heldman, a year ago
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The Silence of Sound
Prostitute walks lonely streets alone, in the early hours
just to feel hope, in a yellow sunrise in... silence
Couple fighting through the night, paying no attention to the little girl
hiding in the closet, holding her hands to her ears in... silence
Little boy on a bench, terrified of another school day of being bullied
for now, he wishes this day would be over in..silence
He walks the garden, sweating blood, as his life is about to end
he's giving up his life, so other's can be free, prays in...silence
As the refugees flee for freedom in overcrowded boats to small
lifeless bodies fill the ocean's edge. We held our breath in...silence
They're all marched for peace and intolerance, till the familiar sound
of gunshots sent people running to hide in...silence
In silence we all just stood by,
Silently we did nothing,
Listening for the sound!
Of... silence
© Jerry L. Heldman, 13 days ago
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The joy her mother felt holding her for the first time
she prayed for a girl to love unconditionally
passed onto her knowledge and wisdom
She danced in front of her family
he was her king in her shy world
dancing always put a smile on her face
the room became her court
her dad was well, please
She said " I'm going to grow up and
dance in front royalty, daddy"
"sure you will," he says,
as he smiles
A little girl with many hopes
visions on display in her mind
she continues dancing
growing while learning
Then tragedy comes to her life's end
people think that only evil wins
when it comes to death
because we can only perceive
on this side of the realm
This little girl who believed
she would dance before
conquers and rival noblemen
Believed so much in herself
her confidence on display
with each and every performance
many can't see the spirit
that holds on to us, deeply
yet, she did.
Clothed in a glowing gown of oleander white
she enters the courtroom of the highest God
great Jehovah on his golden throne
king of Israel seated on his right side
Heaven is now her stage
this is the moment
she has waited patiently for
A young girl filled with passion
she danced so beautifully
all of the heavens rejoices
God himself is forever pleased
by her presence
She danced before kings
Haruka Weiser was a high-spirited young woman who had danced in her soul. The 18-year-old from Portland, a freshman at the University of Texas-Austin, was killed earlier this week on campus. “Haruka was a very talented, high-spirited, lovely young woman and certainly was a treasured member of our school community,”
© 11 days ago, Jerry L. Heldman
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The Face Cards (first version)
The table is set. Blood has been spilled
Rules have been finalized
The devil is dealing the cards
They have been shuffled and dealt
I’ve been dealt a crappy hand
You knew it, you knew it all along
When you took my innocence away from me
You stole who I was, from me
From the place in my very own soul
You didn’t even blink not at all
You never thought about what you had just done
My life has been hell
Now I am seated at deaths doorstep
Playing poker to stay in the game of life
I will not fold until the last card is dealt
There is a wild card for me to play
I have an ace up my sleeve… I got this. I got it!
Someday I will get a part of me back
Still there a small part gone forever like a vapor mist
Hope now, you know, what you did to me that day
What you took I lost!
Just have to hold on and play
Few more hands of cards
I will beat him at his own... game
In my heart, what’s left?
After you violated my little precious worth being
I know you are next to be seated at this very own table
Playing poker for the pathetic coward, you are inside
You see now, I have already seen your cards
There is nothing to play, will have to fold your cards
You will have to cash in your chips
Cross over deaths threshold
How I did it, you ask? How did I cheat death?
He never saw the faces of my cards
The faces of people who love me
Who were there fighting for me
They minds were set in stone
Praying for me, out of love for me
They were not giving up on me
They all believed in me so much
Tell me then...
How then can I give up on me! On me!
He never saw…
The cards I was holding in my hands
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The remains of the day
As the sun gives her way up to the darkness
Time caught between light and dark
Stays with you, for some a lifetime
Focus on this moment,
Surrounding you, taking it all in
Whom you are with...
Who is next to you?
Moreover, who loves you?
Remember what you have
Standing there with you
At the remains of the… day
© Jerry L. Heldman, 3 days ago
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His watch stays in the same spot
on the nightstand next to the radio
reading glasses beside
his favorite book, the bible
on his side of the bed
The pillow smells of aftershave
sheets entangled with the blankets
bundled where he used to sleep
soaked in my fallen tears
on his side of the bed
Grasping your gray shirt
in my female laden hands
just to feel you within my soul
helps me to fall asleep
on his side of the bed
Thinking of how much
I still miss him so
how empty it really is
lying naked without you
on his side of the bed
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“We are all writers within our hearts and souls
some just have an easier way of expressing it on paper
while others struggle with the ghostly thoughts
haunting them in their fragile minds”
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