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John Shea Poems
Saving A Soldier
I found him in mud colored red by the blood Breathing but weak not able to speak Surrounded by eerie lights of battle out of sight He shook like a leaf I felt his grief
I spied a bald eagle using the wind To hunt for his prey. He wandered afar as to leave my eyesight Then soared with the wind
With numbing cold, biting at my brittle bones I feel many years giving me a wake up shake Gripping my coat through the more gripping cold I feel the world has grown old.
Dancing In Heaven
Dear lord here I sit with pen in hand Hoping you will understand Lillian will be dancing with the stars With mother nature
The poison I dodged in my life Were vipers that could take my life I hunted with my favorite friend
A cardboard box is my home In the city where I was born Wine beer and rats are my best friends
I cradle the travelers in their windy Birth, My name is Mother....Mother Earth. I Give them a bed in nature to lie,
Go ahead and sink that dagger in my heart. It feels not the pain. Slice it in thin bloody slices. It feels nothing.
If a spider I would feed you my girl Something spicy from natures grill Your bigger and better than me Bigger is better for a man you see
A winter storm in Jersey south Stopping by a field of white I spied a flock of wild turkeys What a beautiful sight
I feel them in the winter time, When life is cold, and time goes slow. We shiver with cold like a silver dime,
Maybe I am angry perhaps I should start to forgive. Many countries and streets I have lived. My heart is tiring of the negative thoughts, My mind sends of the battles I've fought.
I believe what.
That pie are not square They are round Best dog I ever had
Kissed A Poem
I grew up Called the Pup You inspired me Who who are you to not see in the dark
Comments about John Shea
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Saving A Soldier
I found him in mud colored red by the blood
Breathing but weak not able to speak
Surrounded by eerie lights of battle out of sight
He shook like a leaf I felt his grief
We wandered till dawn to find friendly forces
Our only food insects were the main courses
He never spoke but I shared a smoke
He took a toke and smiled
He knew he was safe with one of his mates
War is truly hell and we both lived to tell.