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COMPARE
Discotheques, Protests, Dinner with spoons and forks, Drives in cars with tops
Sports, Theatre, Life with a family, Nights with a girl, Life We miss, Paved streets
Homes with windows, Two stories high, Fields without rice, Seasons not rain
A bed, With a sheet, With a pillow, Without bugs, Without rats, Water
From a tap, From a glass, Without pills, Campouts, With friends With a trailer
Without Cong, Music, With a choice of stations, Food, With a choice of brands
Women, Without a pricetag, Walks after dark, Without a crowd, Without a rifle
A soft night, With untroubled sleep, Books, Not manuals, Dials, Not field phones
Sidewalks, Not trails, Surprises, Not ambushes, Rest, Not on guard, Peace
Not a sword, Life we miss, Homes we love, Life we protect
Homes we defend, With our lives
WHERE
Where do we go when we die
Do we end
Do we reach cross the wall
When we die, do we end
Our body is dust
But our soul and our mind
Are the great parts of man;
Do they crumble and fall?
The body is here
But the soul
Is it there?
WAR
The sounds of war;
Loud and demanding
The beat of War
Blood and Thunder
The speed of War;
Slow and grinding
The aftermath?
Hate and rebuilding
The final result
Not peace but the sword!
REFLECTIONS
What hath God wrought?
Man
What hath man wrought?
War
To show appreciation
Or to just pass time?
Maybe destruction?
Why?
I look at death
And die some
I see destruction
And ask
Around me is loss
Of life
Of property
Of Love
Of self
Now I'm lost
And approach my end
DAY'S END
THE SUN SINKS SLOWLY IN THE WEST
THE DAY IS DONE; THE WORLD'S AT REST
NIGHT STEALS SLOWLY OER' THE LAND
OUR WORLD NOW SLEEPS IN GOD'S STRONG HAND
THE DARK IS SOFT THE NIGHT IS HEALING
THIS DARK WILL HIDE THIS DAY'S REVEALING
THE NIGHT REGAINS THE UPPER HAND
AND DAY RETREATS BEYOND THE STRAND
PARADOX
We fear to live, yet fear to die
Our life has lost its meaning
Our growth descends, that once was high
Like a stone down hill careening.
A speeding stone does no moss gather
And we are like that stone.
Our life with all its speeding patter
Runs on its course alone.
We can't take time to be a friend
Though there is no real cost
A bit of moss is like that friend
We could have had but lost.
We never see the brighter side,
We only find the dark.
Our life becomes a bitter ride
On death's dark, speeding barque.
We can't observe the pleasured beam,
We only see the pain.
We fail to see the lifelong dream,
The rainbow in the rain.
I have more, but they tend to be a bit darker, if that is possible, let me know if you want to read more.
Of course I have lots of love poems, which I wrote after I met Jeanne. Those are much more up lifting.