STANLEY PACION Poems

Sweetheart, I know you love me.

I know you appreciate the poetry.
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You were born a Catholic and God cherished you.
But your having forgotten His Mercy -
That all outcome of human endeavor,
His Will, not your own - angered the Almighty.
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The seabirds cry by the sea.
Their songs are sad;
Their refrains freight my melancholy.
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Hey! She can't do this to me!
I'm an American!
I was born and raised in Illinois.
History taught me about Lincoln's Volunteers,
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You know it's all bullshit, honey,
This talk of visionary moment and prophetic feat,
No more than ploy,
Another way me getting into your pants.
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The first time I saw you;
I was in a remote world.
It was years ago.
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Describing the awful upset of my losing you,
The melancholy, the force which has struck me so hard
That I have seemingly become unconscious
And have lost all capacity for right direction,
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From childhood on he had earned his reputation.

He was known to be the type of guy,
Who studied every brick and crack,
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I have never figured myself a jealous man.
Maybe when I was much younger,
During my teen years, I had a bit of a streak,
And, later, toward the end of the drinking life,
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You are not mine to keep.

I may never possess you.
I just wish to take care of you for a while.
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