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The morning air was crisp in my lungs
My mind was prepared to go
The sound of the gun went off
The journey ahead started off slow
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With a stroke of the brush
The artist can bring it to life
All the images we see
Are as sharp as a knife
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I know you will never
Look at me the same
I can see it in your eyes
And I feel the shame
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When you were born
Nothing else seemed to matter
Then my heart was torn
My life couldn’t have been sadder
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From misconception to depression
Hate and all that is lost
War is not the answer
We must end them at any cost
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Time can only tell how the pieces will fall
If they will come together or spread apart
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Nepotism is the cause of socialism
All our young men end up in prison
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What happens when?
You have more past then you have future
Should you live differently
More cautious or carefree
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The clouds whisper over the horizon
Sunlight fills them through and through
What are we doing to help make sure
Our grandchildren will have the same view
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The Best Poem Of Mike Smith

Race Day

The morning air was crisp in my lungs
My mind was prepared to go
The sound of the gun went off
The journey ahead started off slow

Bodies were crammed together
Until a few minutes passed
Then the running began
My legs were free at last

I began with a quick pace
It seemed we were in single file
Runners began to spread
Just after the first mile

I felt good and strong
My mind and body were ready
Three miles came fast
My pace was calm and steady

The first big hill came
It looked so steep and tall
My heart was beating fast
But I hadn’t hit a wall

I made it up nice and slow
It was tougher than I thought
The inclines kept on coming
But I stayed in there and fought

Mile eight was not too bad
I could see the beauty of the coast
My pace began to slow a bit
I think it did for most

My wobbly and fatigued legs
Felt like they were ready to quit
It was only mile ten
But I couldn’t stop and sit

I kept pressing on, regardless of the pain
I started to ask myself why?
I soon got more strength
When an old lady passed me by


The inspiration didn’t last long
As my legs began to cramp
My feet were sore and burning
And my clothes were cold and damp

A mile and a half to go
I would have to run through pain
I told myself never again
Then it started to rain

One more mile was left
People passed me one by one
I just wanted to finish this thing
And be glad when I was done

The last mile seemed so long
I wanted the pain to stop
My legs kept on running
Even though I wanted to drop

The end of the race was finally here
I started to feel fine
I heard people cheer and shout my name
As I crossed the finish line

Mike Smith Comments

Mike Smith 11 March 2016

From one Mike Smith to the next, welcome friend. I thoroughly enjoyed race day, and will be reading the rest soon. Glad to see another fine poet join the ranks

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