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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:17 pm
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Blink
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I will post many of my poems, some are new, some are old.... But all are origional.
It may be every couple days, or it may be twice a day, so be sure to check in...
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:17 pm
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Blink
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Daddys Last Bugle Call
Somewhere under the stars, A rocket gleams its light.
Illuminating a battle, And the soilders that must fight.
Somewhere in the darkness, a faint but shure sound rings
And all the soilders moral raises and as they fight each one sings.
We are proud to be americans, We are glad to fight the fight.
And If we die this day, We die doing whats right.
The battle is over and our side just won,
But there is a lone soilder that won't
be making it home.
A woman crys as she hears the news Her sons not coming back.
And a man trys to hold her, and tell her reasons why she shouldn't be sad.
Our Boy Fought a fight that many cannot fight.
Thanks to our son, hundreds kept there life.
The next day a young girl crys as hes lowerd in the ground.
She just cant stand the thought, that daddys not coming back around.
Her mother looks down with a tear in her eye.
And has to tell her daughter, why her daddy was a hero... and tell her why
he died.
Later on that night, the girl sat up in bed.
Thinking of all that her mom had told, and why she said what she had said
Thank you God the small girl cryed, as she layed down to sleep.
For giving me a daddy, who can help to keep us free.
That night in heaven as the soldier made it home.
He passed by everyone, and headed for the throne.
He saluted to jesus, and said my missions finnily done.
Im tired of all the fighting, and im tired of all the guns.
He stopped to think a minute then asked one thing of him.
If there was any way he could , he wanted to contact his daughter again.
As the small girl dreamed she saw her daddys face.
And he asked her to do what was right for mommy and for her little brother
ace.
The little girl smiled and said i really miss you dad.
And now that you've went away, mommy won't stop being sad.
She could have sworn as he went away and she woke up, she heard
from down the hall.
Someone playing tapps on daddys last bugle call
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:19 pm
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Blink
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Keeping From hell
Through the Gates of heaven, A soilder walks,
Strait up to jesus, he begains to talk.
I did My mission, and I did it well...
Im glad I'm in heavon, cause I just came out of hell.
I saw while I was there, many of my best friends die,
And still as he talked, a tear came to eye.
I wanted to see all of my friends, if I could...
Did they make it here sir? Cause I figured they would.
Jesus looked down, with a slight frown on his face,
Im sorry son, But they diddnt win there race...
The man looked away, and wiped his Eyes,
After all they did, they wen to hell when they died.
Jesus then finished, There is hope for the rest...
You are here, cause you gave more than your best.
You gave your life, far before you died,
Thats Why you are here, he turned his head, and sighed.
I want you to see, The hell you came from...
The man watched his crying wife, and son.
He looked up and asked, and thats good why?
Jesus smiled, and said, they both just accepted me, Thats why you died.
You served your pupose, and yes. You did do well, But Giving me your life, is what kept you from hell.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:20 pm
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Blink
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The Last Day Out
A boy and his girl were out on the road,
The girl huddled close, to get away from the cold.
As the boy drove his bike, down the long winding streets,
Ice started appearing, in long black sheets...
Slow down, the girl pleaded and begged.
But he knew he couldn't, the breaks were out, as was the bridge ahead.
The next day in the paper, the headlines said,
Girl survived wreck, Boy was sure to be dead.
The story went on, how they couldn't find him,
But there was no way that he survived the drop, or swim.
The Boy was spotted, many times after that, Every surviver stated, they saw a boy in jeans and a small leather cap.
Wither you believe it or not, this story is true,
What if your angel was right in front of you?
MAny times we go trhough life, not knowing how,
But somehow some way, it seems to work out.
Next time you see that So-Close miss,
Tink of your angel, and remember this.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:20 pm
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Blink
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Too Late
There once was a boy, picked on his whole life,
Every day, was a day full of strife.
He went home one day, and wrote a note.
put it under his pillow, so it wouldn't show.
I wanna know how much my parents love me...
Will they ask me questions, or just leave me be?
Two days later, they found the boy dead,
They found the note, and read what it said.
I gave you a chance, but you didn't try,
If you really loved me, how could you let me die?
The mom broke down, and said to the dad,
I found the note, but diddnt know it was this bad.
They buried there sone, in a six foot grave,
And over the casket, people came and they prayed.
His dad finnialy broke down, and truley confessed.
I was Proud of my son, because he did his best.
The Moral Of the story, is that you shouldn't wait.
If you love some body, tellthem before its too late
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:21 pm
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Blink
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One Way Out.
Everyone reaches a point,
They don't think that they can stand.
But through every moment thats hard,
There is someone that will hold there hand.
As we walk through life,
There are many choices to make.
We Decide where to go,
And which road we should take.
It hurts us inside,
When problems hit close to the heart.
We feel as if,
We will be torn apart.
I want you to know,
That when times get hard.
I'll be there for sure,
No matter how hard.
Every thing you will go through,
You need not stop and pout.
For I am here,
So there's always atleast one way out.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:30 pm
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Blink
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Angel.
There is an angel, So beautifull and sweet.
But She is much too far out of my reach.
No matter the preblem, she makes me smile,
And When life gets rough, she makes it all worth while.
I know I couldn't get her, try as I have,
But the dream is still there, One day, It could come to pass.
I Want to see the world, through the eyes of an angel, and I want my wish to come true.
My only wish, If it could be granted, is simply that I might...Have you.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:24 pm
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Blink
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Love
Love is a battlefield on which you must fight,
Love is a War with many wrongs you must right.
Love is a saga, with you the auther.
Love, true love, is bound not to falter.
Wherever you go, Where ever you are,
True love, will never be far.
How much you love, and how much you live,
Is determend by the love you give.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:24 pm
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Blink
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Hero
If I wanted to be your hero, Would you laugh or would you cry?
If I was gone would you even wonder why?
If the day came, that I needed you,
Would you be there, to help me make it through?
In all I do, in all I try...
If I failed, Would you pass me by?
If I needed a hero, to help me cope with life,
Would you come to the rescue and help get me out of strife?
What is the meaning of hero, it is someone who saves your life.
Well, I have a confession to make, about a secret identity, I just have to set things right.
Sometimes we all need heros, that confession is You are mine.
I hope I can keep my hero, 'till the end of time...
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:25 pm
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Blink
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A poem for you...
If I wrote you a poem, what would you do?
Would you keep it forever, or rip it into?
If I gave you a note, that said check yes or no...
Would you stay around me, or would you go?
If I said that I liked you, would you say it back?
Or walk away, and try not to laugh...
What if I told you, just how I felt?
Would there be a chance that I could make your heart melt?
What if I asked for your hand?
Would you come with me? or keep your stand?
I Ask all be cause its somethin' I need to do...
This is that Poem that I wrote for you...
At the bottom you will find a note.
With a choice, yes or no...
Im telling you I like you... but I don't expect it back.
So I really don't know why I ask...
Im doing my best, to say how I feel.
I know your wondring... is this guy foreal?
I don't know why, but I guess Im asking for your hand...
This is my last question, posibly my last stand...
Now its time for this poem to end,
and other things to begin.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:26 pm
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Blink
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Alone
I am alone, even when in a crowd.
I am Too silent, but somehow, still too loud.
I try my best, But its never enugh...
When I try to make things easy, they only get rough...
Maby one day I will look back and laugh.
But as of now, I am being torn in half.
I look in the mirror, but he is not me...
I really don't know, who that imposter could be.
My reflection looks happy, but I feel so sad...
But how could it really be that bad. right?
For some god awefull reason, I sit by my phone,
Knowing noone will call, I am forever alone.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:27 pm
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Blink
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On My own
As Little kids We try to do it all on our on
Crawling, Walking, To running away from home.
As we grow, We find things out,
We need each other, and cant do without.
But we still try sometimes, to handle things ourselves
We Put bad things up front, and leave good back on the shelf.
After we get into trouble, then we seek advise,
But untill that time comes, We can do it all ourselves.
We put masks on, to hide when we fail.
When sad, we look happy, we try to make everything look like its going well.
I know cause I've been there, made the t-shirt, and the ribbon they give.
The Life that I lead, is the worst that I could live.
But then again, its the best, cause its all I'll ever have,
So I guess I'll make it te best, and try not to be so sad.
This is the end of this poem of mine,
I guess we have reached the end of the line...
The moral of the story, is possibly the best,
Do what you can by yourself, get help for the rest!
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:28 pm
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Blink
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A song of hope
I wrote a song, and It's just for you.
Its for all the times, you barely get through.
It's a song, thats filled with hope.
Hope for tommorow, to help you cope.
It doesn't matter, what you are going through.
Think of this poem, and know I'm thinking of you.
This song has no corous, no begining or end.
Just love from me... but there is too much to send...
So try as I might, this is my best.
I just hope, that this passes the test.
I don't know, what I would do without you...
Being there for me, to see me get through.
I want to be, the shining knight,
In storys that come and set things right.
This poem is straight from the pits of my heart.
Its the diary, I was to scared to start.
I hope you use this, when things get tight...
Its a song that I wrote for you, this very night.
It has no time frame, no date to read...
You can use it when ever you need.
Tis is not the end, but only the start.
But there are no more words, to express, whats in my heart.
You can take this to the bank, because my words are tried.
I'll be there when you need me, to set things right.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:29 pm
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Blink
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Ode To Her
Standing in the darkness,
just knowing that I failed.
I cant shake this feeling,
Fears grab hold, and Courage take sail.
As I lay in my sorrow,
And wallow in my blight.
Thinking only of tommorow,
Wondring if it will be alright.
From heaven to hell,
In ten minutes flat.
When you were done, You wished me well,
And then that Was that.
For ten minutes,
I thought I did whats right.
But for ten minutes of pleasure,
I no longer have my life
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