Dulce et decorum est...............
Pro patria mori
You praise the dead hero
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Nuclear Sunrise
Stunned silence from the crowd
As the news reader screams out loud
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I wrote this one about 25 years ago and found it recently in a box......how things change
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Lost Love
LOST LOVE
My days are spent
Sitting, watching, waiting
Suspended in time and space
Like a dandelion seed
Bobbing, drifting, blowing
Through the endlessness of time
Knowing that time washes
From the heart
The stain of pain
Like the timeless
Motion of the ocean
Pounding, crashing, caressing
The wind swept shore
Then comes sleep
Restful peaceful sleep
I find cool comfort
In the linen slips
It removes the hurt for awhile
Then the awakening
The awareness and numbness
The pain still foremost in my being
Thoughts flash heart aches
The longing for
And the knowing
The not sharing anymore
Our dreams of tomorrow
Are all gone
Yet life as they all say
Must carry on
Then as a breath that gently
Caresses a candles flame
And puts it out in whisper
So the pain leaves
Leaves me warm and glowing
Glowing with the knowing
That I have not lost
But gained
From the love that we had................