Lawerence Mize, Sr.
Biography of Lawerence Mize, Sr.
Was born in Baltimore, Maryland in 1949. Enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1966 and served in the Republic of Vietnam with the 101st Airborne Division. Haunted by my experiences in Vietnam I began to write poems to help me cope with the painful memories I still carry.
I am currently retired from the Baltimore City Police Department. Poems I've submitted on PoemHunter.Com are about a range of issues and things that matter to me.
Lawerence Mize, Sr.'s Works:
Tortured Soul 1997.American Literary Press, Inc. Dead Men Calling 2002.American Literary Press, Inc. Both works of poetry about experiences in Vietnam as a combat medic. Thoughts of You 2011, Poems on Life, Love, And Family, Tatepublishing.com. Reflections 2013. CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform.
Lawerence Mize, Sr. Poems
Ode To Baltimore
Rode by houses I lived in in the day Now boarded-up relics wood rot and decay
Be Not Afraid
Be not afraid As you climb the hill Look back behind you Take in your fill
The Bad People
Bad people around everywhere you go pulling you down letting you know
A Father's Heart
A father's heart is very strong Can take life's hits weather any storm
Oil still flowing Its odor fouls the air Tar ball spreading Staining beaches everywhere
My Last Day
Will my last day Start as any other Will I get to kiss my wife goodbye My friend, my lover
We stayed at The Fairthorne in old Cape May A romantic hide-away perfect for any day
Cell phones are great so easy to use push a button text a message
A poem is no good left in a book with closed pages it needs to be circulated shared down through the ages
Over 40 Years
Time and bad memories kept me captive and alone I sought the warmth of a loving home
Before all our lights go dim we'll look at the past and say, remember when. When time caught us all together
I'm in a glen...deep in the woods. See my brother Bob...knew I would. Been a lot of places. He and I.
Years ago over hills and streams I walked
It starts with a slight A misspoken word A certain look A conversation not heard
Oil still flowing
Its odor fouls the air
Tar ball spreading
Staining beaches everywhere
Generations of families
Out in the cold
Can't wait for the fix
Having no money gets so old