Keith Michael Poems

why is war something where we all have to get involved, whoever starts it and declares it, should fight it. send in the politicians and their sons, their wives, and then see how fast they are to sign a treaty. but once you send me off to war, you have more leeway to fight. you won't worry about how my parents feel, about how they'll be so heartbroken when they get that officer at their door with a letter that holds the inevitable.
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i have spent my time writing about the birds and the bees, the flowers and trees, and natures tall majestic backgrounds throughout time. skies with such depth that they make the oceans seem shallow. waves curl at a rate that we just want to sit in the sand and watch, keep this moment between us forever. nothing can move us from that beach, while the trees sway and sand comes rising up, wet from the shallow water..the breeze blows the hair from our face so we can see the sun set on the most picturesque horizon.
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My dearest bird, you visit me every morning and make my day glow. i watch you flit around and take your feed, with no sense of time or day. your greens wings move faster than i can follow keeping you up, stationary whilst you take from my feeder. you are one guest i do not mind having. you come and go and are the only thing i can count on as a positive in my life, the only constant. its sad to say, but if you ever left i would be crushed. our daily visits help me forget my past, and bring back memories of my childhood memories, the ones that i wish to relive and hold dear. until its my time, that i leave our friendship first. i hope.
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I wish there were visiting hours in heaven. you could be sure id sit by your side and rest my hand in your lap, and listen to every word you had to say.
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The woman with the head of roses had a dagger for her heart, because anytime you brought her close, she would puncture you and move on. Leave you there to will yourself back to your feet or give up. She wore the face of an angel over the soul of the devil and drew you in with her eyes. complete lust was an overbearing might for her that gave you chance to come down.
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where does this leave us, after tonight what will we become? more than we have been? more than bed partners or a friend in passing? can we still swing under the streetlights and dance in the rain? my days are spent on park benches, on rocks along the beach, walking to and fro, calling your name, hoping the waves wash it out to sea so we can soon be reunited.
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sluggish the day goes, to and fro, with birds stealing my songs and trees leaning down to whisper words of yesterdays wisdom. come and take my patience, and take me with you. Leave me not lowly, lonely, but keep me by your side. I am ok with going where you go, or following you to the ends of the page, but not sure how much farther. My words have been misconstrued before and yet again they fall by the wayside, to deaf ears that pay no mind to try to interpret anyway.
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