Bill Grace Poems

He dies with out saying a word
His protest was through the barrel of a gun
His adulation from one equally lost - equally angry,
It is the end, there is nothing to say.
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When our chieftains resigned en masse
The tribe went into shock,
Not well to begin with, I went into shock
I did not understand that a distant council had the power to destroy us
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Of my sins I count the costs
Reach for Toynbee's great intellect
To help me try and understand
And with a man on a cross - grieve -
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In the early days I did not like Billy Graham
tainted by Luce's orders to his editors:
'Push Graham! '
I do not remember where or when
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We are bed bugs in the hand of God
that force prefers to let us go
Israel's history is that it was always so.
A tiny wedge into the mind divine
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In Texas in winter the ice cream shop is abandoned
only the most hardcore core fans seek it out.
Despite being allergic or at least sensitive to preservatives that are used
every six, nine, or twelve months or so I chance it.
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I keep looking for a magic pen
that will allow me to write
that great poem or story.
One of my friends has
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Strong poem with much wisdom buried in it.
Echoes of Kahlil Gibran.
Would hazard that the greatest poem in English on honor is
frost's 'stopping by woods' revealing how very hard
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