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Alva Brown Poem
At Last we Pause
For: Robert Allen Wise
And at last we pause on dirty streets,
At somber rest with eternal peace.
A moment’s sleep on Satan's floor
With a constant dream of heaven’s door
The cry of battle has embrace its death
As vengeance draws its last breath
One good soul ascends abyss
Into the portal of eternal bliss.
A majestic voice said you may pass
A warriors shadow you have cast
The restless night that you have slain
Creates the dawn that you regain.
So dream no more of battles past
And awaken from your daunting task
This day of memory we give to you
My embattled brother with life anew.
SFC Alva E. Brown (ret)
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
Welcome Home
She stood by his grave in a long black veil
They found small remains in his jungle hell.
The honor guard, they all stand tall,
As they hand her a flag for her special wall.
She thought how young when he went away,
He was so proud to be leaving that day.
Now its many years since he's been gone
So she kneeled down and said:
Welcome Home,
OH Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've marched off to deaths drum.
Some came back, but found darkness there
And it will always be their cross to bear.
So walk with me and carry on.
And know this.....
Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've been away too damn long.
You've done your time, you've paid your price.
You've felt the pain, you've sacrificed.
I know you’re tired and feel alone
So I say to you,
Welcome Home.
He was awakened by the call one night
A brother’s body was on a midnight flight.
So many times like the times before
He's followed a warrior to a loved one’s door.
So he rode his Harley to the service gate
Where there was a flag draped on a wooden crate.
And down inside laid his gallant bones,
As they passed he said....
Welcome Home,
OH Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've marched off to deaths drum.
Some came back, but found the darkness there
And it will always be their cross to bear.
So walk with me brother and carry on.
And know this.....
Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've been away just too damn long.
You've done your time, you've paid your price.
You've felt the pain, you've sacrificed.
I know you’re tired and feel alone
So I say to you,
Welcome Home.
SFC (ret) Alva Brown
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
In the dismal silence
In the dismal silence I sit in my dark quagmire
looking for a ray of light to guide my way to contentment.
Many times I have seen it but have hidden my face
for I fear that the brightness would only bring more pain.
It is in this inferno that Robbins cry, Ravens laugh
and the storms of life throws its fury my face.
Here I see the red evil eyes of the hounds of contentment
as they pierce my soul and shatter my serenity.
These confines that I live were created by oozing memories in my mind
and it's residue that it leaves is the poison called PTSD.
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
A new sunrise
Took a walk through my mind
To see if I could find the time,
When life was and easy open road.
I went through many twist and turns
So many bridges I have burn,
I was totin’ such a heavy load.
I took this walk so I could see
If there was hope still left for me
Any flicker in the dark would surly do.
I traveled back from adult to child
So many memories I have compiled
I should have left a spark to help me through.
I walked my path but searched in vane
For an easy way I had lain
How could I of left no hint for me to find.
Tired from my journey I needed sleep
But a hurried stagger I must keep
Surly I have left a small glint behind.
Then at last I seen a faded glow
With a reborn hope it began to grow
I found my road and it was a great surprise.
The way was straight not turn in sight
The road that I seek was glowing bright
And all I had to do is look for a new sunrise.
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
Would You Always Remember Me
If I poured you your wine
Would you pour for me my dream?
If I opened for you your door
Would you open for me my heart?
If I made for you a song
Would you make my heat sing?
If I stole for you a moment
Would you for a moment not part?
If I gave these things for free
Would you always remember me?
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
In Her Momma´s Clothes
(Verse #1)
In her momma´s clothes she´s all dressed up,
Feeds her doll from a little teacup.
She´s married to Mr. Teddy Bear,
With one eye that was lost somewhere.
It´s her pink world, that’s in her mind,
It’s where she goes to spend her time.
She´s playing house in a make-believe home.
She hopes someday she´ll have her own.
(Chorus)
But so many times, like the times before,
She has cried in her little pink world.
´cuse, Tinker Bell never waved her wand,
She held it up but the magic´s gone.
She lost her faith and she lost her trust,
She lost her dreams in the Pixy dust.
(Verse #2)
Ten years gone she´s in High Schol,
She likes a boy that is really cool.
She smiles at him but he walks on by,
She hides her face and she softly cries.
So many times like the times before,
She has cried in her little pink world.
She has love in a make believe home,
And still hopes one day for her very own.
(Chorus)
But so many times, like the times before,
She has cried in her little pink world.
´cuse Cupid never did shoot his bow,
If he did, well he shot too low.
Now her dreams well they did not last,
`Cuse Cupids arrow just flew on past.
(Verse #3)
Now she´s married to the boy next door,
A little white house and a little white store.
They´ve tried for years just to have a child,
But now she´s wears a little sad smile.
Back in the place that she´s been before,
a make-believe home and a make believe world.
Slowly hope starts fades so far away,
´cuse There´s no dreams that will come her way.
(chorus)
So many times, like the times before,
She has cried in her little pink world.
Because the stork lifted up its wings,
but flew on by with another’s dreams.
Now the broken dreams start to take their toll,
As the tears well they slowly start to slowly roll.
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Alva Brown Poem
To make a summers restless night
Open its sleepy eyes,
And makes the morning dance upon your windowsill.
It make the sweet smell of forever,
Nestle in beside you.
It make the storms of your soul all lay still.
It take the coldness that once was
And warm it to what will be,
And forged all your sleepless dreams into one.
That takes love,
that takes a woman’s love.
To make natures soft wet blanket,
Float up to the sky.
To make life shine through your windowpane.
To take the new of each day,
And call it a beginning.
To make a breathless smile breath once again.
To make the dawning of each day,
Seem like it’s inside you.
And to make each morning dance from above.
That takes love,
That takes a woman’s love.
Only a Woman’s Love
Only a woman’s love can make the world brand new.
Only a woman’s love can let the sun shine through.
Only a woman’s love can cut the ties that bind.
Only a woman’s love can let two harts combine.
Only a woman’s love can make the word seem bright
And only a woman’s love can stop a restless night.
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Alva Brown Poem
Verse #1:
C
In my arms, Robert died that day
G C
An IED, took his life away
C
But it was his buddies I had to treat
G C
They were wounded emotionally
Verse #2
C
Another soldier’s job was done
G C
A gold star Mom, had lost her son
C
If you survive, when you’re over there
G
When you come home, it’s a cross you bear
Chorus:
F Dm7
Only God sees a medic cry
F Dm7
When I wake up in the night
C G
I’m back in Iraq trying to keep ‘em alive
F Dm7
There were countless casualties
F Dm7
But the one I lost came home with me
C G
Heaven only knows why I survived
Dm7 G C
And only God sees…a medic…cry
Verse #3:
C
I survived and felt ashamed,
G C
It’s a guilt I can’t explain.
C
Old memories are new to me,
G C
‘cause I’m no longer who I used to be.
Chorus:
F Dm7
Only God sees a medic cry
F Dm7
When I wake up in the night
C G
I’m back in Iraq trying to keep ‘em alive
F Dm7
There were countless casualties
F Dm7
But the one I lost came home with me
C G
Heaven only knows why I survived
Dm7 G C
And only God sees…a medic…cry
BR (Broken Down)
Dm7 F
The Guard came home to a big parade
Dm7 F
Robert’s mom stood in the shade
Dm7 F
When we passed her on the procession route…
G F
We turned and gave one last salute
Chorus:
F Dm7
Only God sees a medic cry
F Dm7
When I wake up in the night
C G
I’m back in Iraq trying to keep ‘em alive
F Dm7
There were countless casualties
F Dm7
But the one I lost came home with me
C G
Heaven only knows why I survived
Dm7 G C
And only God sees…a medic…cry
Outro:
C
…When the war took Robert’s life that day
G F Dm7 C
The peace…in my life went away
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Alva Brown Poem
She Came to Me In a time
when my life was full of light.
a moment when the world
had no shadow or doubt.
A young place where impossibility
was nowhere in our sight.
Our days were like spring time
forever they were like home.
It was a time when we had a song
it was yester year and we had it all.
I remember when she came to me.
She came to me with innocence
and I returned to her tenderness.
Only with a thin thread of twin
her gracefulness held my freedom.
She momentarily held the flight of my heart
with the youthfulness of her spirit
with a hast nighttime has fell and
a lifetime has gone by.
Her essence will forever burned
in the fibers of my mind.
I will always remember the time
She came to me.....
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Alva Brown Poem
Daddy Does the Dishes Now
Verse 1
Daddy does the dishes now
And straighten my dresser drawers.
He always lets the dog out
Before he mops the floor.
He knows he’ll have to let him in
Before he runs astray.
Daddy does the dishes now
That, momma has gone away.
Chorus:
My Mamma went to heaven
to see her mamma there.
Daddy says she won’t be back
But, we can talk to her in prayer.
Daddy says that Jesus
Wanted her to stay
and for us to go on living
we would meet again someday……..
So daddy does the dishes now
That momma, my mammas gone away…
Verse 2
Daddy does the laundry now
And packs my lunch for school
And when I go to bed at night
He’ll teach me the golden rule.
He’ll tuck me in and kiss my face
Most of the time we’ll pray
But sometimes he’ll just hold me
And this is what he’ll say.
Chorus repeat:
Your mommas gone to heaven
To see her momma there.
I afraid she won’t be back
But we can talk to her in prayer.
And you know that Jesus
Wanted her to say
For us to go on living
We would meet again someday….
1st Chorus again..
Daddy does the dishes now
That momma has gone away, yes
My daddy does the dishes now
And we’ll meet again someday ………..
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2024
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