Paul Warren Poems

Wipe your tears, sit down and rest a while
The rays of sunshine will caress your face
And children playing will only make you smile
Know those you loved are with you in this place.
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He was a blacksmith well below her expectation
Her family cast their critical eye in low anticipation
She played a sweet violin when his father met her
In secret they decided on a life as one together
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I have seen the Promised Land
I have tread on the Golden Sand
I have seen the Glorious Man
I hear the Angels playing in his Band
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Coming up to Remembrance Day. The day after my father died my old Aunt Carrie told me this story. Bit hard to picture my father as an 18 year old lad away from home by himself for the first time. He had lost his mother a year before due to complications during child birth. Lest we Forget….

(For my father)
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Curly blonde hair bobbing around so sweetly grew
Sad eyes that have by practice learnt to make-do
A question is now posed for some reasons why
And how in her short years she was able to get by.
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How your honour would be duly made
For your lost and missing comrades
With your eye-sight as your sacrifice exacted
A cast iron model with each feature well crafted
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What will it be like when I see you again?
Will I hug and kiss you with your head on my shoulder to bend?
Will the sun be always shining, will there be a bright warming light?
Will we always be together forever, will everything be alright?
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Were you there?
And did you care?
Did you see it happen?
And did it bother you?
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How did it come to this?
A long night of despairing self-judgement
Drinking and a taste of drugs his lament
I’m finished I’ve had enough that’s all!
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I saw in your dark stare
Hatred pouring out there
How could your treatment
Be so completely spent
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