Joe Howell Poems

Brown grass, erasing into green
Blacktop highway, rolling two lanes
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Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
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Blood was mixed with pieces of skin
and torn metal.
Yet the sky was still blue
the day 18 were blown away.
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The army taught me,
back in 70
That some people needed my help
back in Viet Nam
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This ache, is more then tears,
falling into emptyness
is more then that invisable hand
that graps my heart, catches my breath
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I am wearing a white tie
a black shirt
button down collar.
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Hot Summer Day-
heats up everything.

Except this cold wind
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Filigree
snowflakes
cover summer's worn carpet
yellow and orange leaves.
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I have spilled tears upon blood stained ground..
Smelled the stench
of burning flesh
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words that bend mortal men
creates universal haphazards,
holds seconds in grasps of
meager men that are stove up in
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