guy lipmore Poems

Growing up into the'deep south'way,
Black and White, no grey.! !
‘Know your place'every day,
No change, things just stay.!
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Harrowing situation,
Cut to the bone with his affliction.
Invisible disease eating away,
His function and mind in decay.
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Hurt and pain don’t describe,
What is felt inside.
When grief touches, numbness rebounds,
No words needed, the eyes speak the sounds.
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Transported to the camp of death,
Minutes from her last breath.
She was told to get undressed,
A familiar face spoke to her, he confessed.
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The humble sarnie,
Is an absolute delight to me?
Two slices of bread,
About to be lead..
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The year ‘38 radio show,
But most didn't know.
Not real, just a production,
What a reaction!
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Finally gone, laid to rest,
Forget the gossip, the hounding press.
Not the best some would suggest,
Just an alcoholic, they would protest.
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Conversation breaks down,
So begins the ‘silent sound’.
The quietness only broken,
By sharp words spoken.
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The year was AD nine,
An unknown yet a defining time.
Germania, now modern Germany,
Site of utter catastrophe?
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Sleek and iconic.
Marvel of design, superb.
Curves of magic,
Many a true word.
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