LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS Poems

"I am sorry! "
Did you actually speak those words last night?
I think so; I think I heard you.
I know you said it.
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The alarum bell jingles; it was four a.m.
For the first shift to begin their journey
The period men were lost in sleep;
And were spoken to signs and omens
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Oh! Who is he that loves America more than I do? Who?
For the pleasure and the love of my heart is but America
It is she that I love the most of all the countries in the world
To her I pay all the homage that I may unto a creature
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It's not a song to sing how I love you
It's not a story to tell how I love you
It's not music to play how I love you
It's not a novel to write how I love you
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If only the world around me could hear me
I will tell them I need her so dearly.
If I could walk out of my fear
I will have her as I so desire.
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Twas many and many years ago;
Young was I and young this maid
In a deserted region both we lived,
And face to face the doors of our huts.
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Some, they say fall in love
Others say "I am in love"
But I swim in the ocean of love,
Uplifted by the waves of love
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Last night long after I bade
Good night and God bless
Everywhere around me
Nature proceeded to sing me a lullaby
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From the merciless hands of the rulers to the ruled,
The wind of oppression blow stilly into flesh and bones
So many the minds of plebeians quailed out;
Thus no hope in their faith and amidst many I the orator,
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When my memory ignites
It clings on the songs
We sang on the beach
The music we played at night
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