Joe Filipiak Poems

I've got some requests Lord,
I hope you don't mind,
just a short list,
if you be so kind.
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Little boy sitting by the pond,
I feel the same way
on this sunny afternoon;
should I sit here or should I play.
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I knocked on your door
there was no reply
you wouldn't answer
and I wondered why
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Hello England my old friend,
it's time to celebrate again.
We left you many years ago,
and every year we stage a show.
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I've flown high on poles
on hills over towns;
stood watch next to headstones
on green hallowed grounds.
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My list of friends is getting shorter,
not as long as it used to be.
Friends I've known from long ago,
have been taken away from me.
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I carry on like before
no one knows but me
the pain I feel deep inside
the hurt no one can see
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Sticks and stones may break some bones,
but unkind words hurt much more;
cause deep, invisible, emotional wounds,
that hurt some people to the core.
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Had a bout with cancer,
a few short years ago.
I beat it to a pulp,
and told it where to go.
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We came to Nam to serve,
young men, and women too,
volunteered and drafted,
most straight out of school.
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