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Bj Brewer Poem
When I retire:
I will capture a nice rainy evening, a soft chair, a good fire, an excellent bottle of wine, and one of those "page turner" books you just can't put down; and I will sit, sip, and read into the night - until the fire, the wine, the book, and I ...
are all done.
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Bj Brewer Poem
The cross it seems is everywhere
Places of worship, places of evil
Special places, everyday places
Seems everyone has seen the cross
And everyone wears the cross
We have brought the cross to the world
And the world has reduced it to an ornament
No one asks about the cross
No one wants to know its meaning
Seems the more the spotlight shines upon it
The more its light diminishes
To some the cross was the end
The final point of farewell to a misunderstood man
But to those who know,
The cross was but the entrance to the tomb,
And the tomb the gateway to Heaven
The world gave to God His Son on a cross
God gave the world an empty tomb
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Sand dunes, big moons, good tunes,
Mystery of the horizon
And what lies beyond
Travel the universe
From a rotating stool ...
Only turning never moving
imagination is the rule
Locking eyes with fellow travelers
And forming unspoken bonds
Then Painting a brilliant sunset
With a long-neck magic wand...
Loving all that nature gives me
Till the maestro sounds last call
Then drift away Till sunrise finds me
Trying my best to remember it all
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Baby bonfires, baby back ribs
Old whiskey, wine & cigars
Dark trees, bushes, and water
Lit by pale moon mist and the stars
Tunes that told tales
Of lost minds, hearts & souls
World's problems we all sought to mend
Raucous debate & laughed as we ate
While fishing poles swayed in the wind
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Bj Brewer Poem
My teric has been stuck without eso
My brid has never been hy
My stential still seems a bit exi
And my fecta still yearns to tri
My vocotive has never been pro
No one knows my cycle is bi
But actively trying for pro
I wrote this and still don't know why
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Bj Brewer Poem
Dachau
The train rails are gone, the processing center an exhibition. The barracks scrubbed.
The hanging loops in The shower rooms removed, racks and whipping tables clean and displayed. The execution wall & Blood Ditch grown over, trimmed and landscaped.
“Shower” rooms with gas jets are sealed. The three-person ovens impervious to the scorn.
Ash dumps and mass graves covered, and monuments marked.
Hell has been sanitized for public viewing...
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Bj Brewer Poem
I know sometimes the mist prevails,
Each step you take leaves no tread
Words and thoughts seem odd and foreign
Like a book you've never read
Sometimes I see the fear in your eyes
When things don't seem the same
Sometimes just a question forms
When pictures don't have names
I'll make you laugh as long as I can
Dry your tears whenever they fall
Hold you tight when thunder sounds
Whatever - I'll conquer it all
But should life boil down to the here and now
And exist just this moment or two
That's enough for me to live
If that moment..
Is me and you
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Bj Brewer Poem
Champagne when you celebrate
Wine just for the taste
Whiskey when you need to forget
And you have no time to waste
Beer when it’s hot and the work is done
Brandy when the nights turn cold
Rum on the beach fresh fruit within reach
Isopropyl when you're growing old
Scotch and whatever, black tie affairs
Vodka helps you play your role
But lying in the bed of an old pickup truck
Tequila... lets you visit your soul
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Bj Brewer Poem
Our Dance
We were young and she was beautiful
And no one gave it much chance
Different in every sense of the word
All that we had was our dance
The music would come the music would go
Deafening - then lost on deaf ears
The quiet of life the roar of the strife
Ebbed and flowed through all of the years
The dance floor grew dusty, lonely & dark
Lost midst the lows and the highs
Then slowly a glow like a struggling star
Rose from the light in her eyes
The music faint and still distant
Awaken as if from a trance
Embers stir memories blur
And she still remembers our dance
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Bj Brewer Poem
Some days I listen
Some days I talk
Some days I run
Some days I just stroll
Some nights I sleep
Some nights I read
Some nights I follow
Some nights I just wander
Sometimes I will
Sometimes I won't
Sometimes I rhyme
Sometimes... Not so much
Life does tend to act up a lot
It operates on its own time
And for some oddball reason, in spite of us all
It doesn't always sound the same
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