Coward
Here stands the coward
As you look upon his face
So afraid of the world outside
His soul is full of pity and disgrace.
He talks behind ones back
When they are never around
As he is tough when he is alone
And he is always coward bound.
He will never talk face to face
When conflict heads his way
He will just run away and hide
And to GOD for protection he will pray.
He lacks the courage to do many things
As he always runs out of mans sight
He hides while no one is looking
As he can never fight his own fight.
He will make up his stories and lies
So he can cover up his cowardly way
As that is all that he knows to do
He is so afraid of all danger and pain.
He will laugh and will always smile
As that too is part of his act
So persons might believe he is brave
But bravery and manhood he does lack.
He is brave when females are around
Then he pretends he is something he's not
He feels their heads with his lies and stories
Or of deeds that other men had done and sought.
He is so much like a frightened animal
With its tail tucked between its legs
To all he shows that he has no courage
Which is more than a cowardly plague.
He is also known by other names
Which he has been call in the past before
He is also known as a chicken and sissy
And that too is branded upon his core.
He timidly wakes up everyday
And takes himself a sadly shower
He washes off the dirt from the night before
But he cannot wash off being a coward.
Randy L. McClave
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Walk Of Shame
I think back now of the shame and disgust
Sadly all she knew was how to sin and lust
The mantle of woman-hood she happily did bust
Knowing not of devoutness nor not knowing of trust.
Leaving one man and then going to another
Happily to other women she is like no other
As for lies, sin and deceit, by them she will smother
Ironically she was once known as a wife and a mother.
Out from her mouth comes hatred and lies
Turning others words around, and uses them in disguise
Living for pity and help, and answering with tears and sighs
Doesn't care who she hurts or who falls, or who even cries.
She now walks the road that leads to her grave
Sin and deceit she will always long for and crave
Living the life of a coward, could never be brave
Her soul she has lost, and sadly it she tried not to save
Cheating and using and abusing to her is just a game
She leaves one man for another, and others she will blame
She hides her face, so no one will know her name
Then once again in the rain or snow, she takes that walk of shame.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Who Are You
You might have yourself children
Maybe one or might even two
Now think this one thought to yourself
Would you want them to become like you.
As when a child themselves gets older
And to this world they have changed
People will either welcome and greet them
Or put you, yourself to their blame.
So you will stay the way that you are
And sadly that cannot be changed
With all your lies and your little secrets
So why not go by a different name.
As we all know a liar is but a liar
And a cheater will always cheat
As they cant change who they really are
Even to the new people that they do meet.
They will always put blame on all others
Never place the blame upon themselves
As they believe they are right and never wrong
So others, and not them need the help.
So you can change the color of your hair
And you can even change your name
But inside your heart and inside your soul
You know, that you still are the very same.
As a coward will always be a coward
Who will hide when truth comes along
Though they think they're a giant among men
But really they are just five foot tall.
So someday the truth will come out
And from it you know you cannot hide
Then everyone will say, who really are you
And maybe then you will not lie.
Randy L. McClave
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Courage
It was said that courage is the mastery of fear…
But not the total absence of it…
I was afraid to love,
I was afraid of pain.
I was afraid of big responsibilities,
I was afraid of having serious priorities…
I was totally afraid to fall for you.
But I need the guts; I need the courage because I do.
I need the courage to be brave,
To learn to face my life ahead…
The courage to learn to live with you…
And I know…
That the courage and the strength that I need would really comes from you!
-aira
poem by Aira Olayvar
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A Man Is
A Man is,
Is what a Man does
What he does, is what he believes.
If he ever stops doing
In what he does believe
He will never again believe.
For he will be a disgrace
In his own grace
A rejection to his sight,
While doing the things
That he once had denied
Now he lives from the roots of his lies.
He will say one thing
Then he will do another
Liken a disease under cover,
While thinking it is good
And also thinking it is fine
Then destroying themselves in that crime.
Sometimes he is good
And then sometimes he is right
And sometimes he will have pleasure in his sight,
But when he starts doing
The things against which he talked about
He himself becomes that lie.
He will be a disgrace
And in the eyes of all others
And will also leave himself in doubt,
As a man does not cheat
And a man never robs or steals
His man hood is all that he worries about.
He tries to do no wrong
Against family or friends
So strong is a mans will,
He will fight for his right
Will break is own back
And only to GOD will he ever kneel.
He works for his living
Proudly collects the sweat on his brow
He takes no hand out from any man,
As what he does own
Is what he had earned
But that only a man could understand.
He fights his own battles
He asks no one to fight them for him
As a man he has his pride,
He lives by his conscience
He stands for his family
Sometimes with GOD only at his side.
As his son someday
He will become a man
Almost the same as his father was
He will be brave and will be honest
And Loving father he will be known
And his heart will always be filled with love.
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The So Called Coward And The Traitor
A traitor to his Country many of him do say
He never enlisted to fight in the war far away
But he marches in every anti war parade
Some say cowards are born they cannot be made.
But some have strange ways of defining a coward
By his higher self the man has been empowered
His dad died in war a hero but the son to war said no
In making a stand courage he has to show.
In not going to war he did not rob a young wife
Of the father of her children and the love of her life
And robbed a mother of her beloved son
Many call him a coward and a traitor yet he's not harmed anyone.
The so called coward and the traitor goes out of his way
To help the poor old lady frail, vulnerable and gray
Helps her out when she needs him and never asks her for pay
The young man is my hero of him she does say.
The last post will never be played at his grave
But the so called coward and the traitor in truth is quite brave
He did not go to war distant from his Homeland
And for what he believes in he does make a stand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Good Bye
The morning after we said our final good bye
What I remember is a single tear from your eye
Today it hit me that I can't call you anymore
To tell you how my day was and it's you I adore
Please know that when you left you took pieces of me
And my life will never be the same I guarantee
I had to leave you - because it's me I had to save
I know I acted like a coward and I am not very brave
Please understand that I love you more than anybody ever will
But I'm too afraid that things one day go downhill
I want to remember you just the way we were before
And not face what the future has for us in store
My love for you is so consuming and almost unreal
And I know that for me only you are the real deal
But I can't face the possibility of you leaving me one day
So I had to leave first and be gone and far away
In my heart I will keep my love for you going strong
And no one will ever know that I keep you with me - lifelong
Today I want to stay right here in my bed and think of you
Once more envision our love and think of your point of view
Right now I will cry and loose all my tears over night
And tomorrow I will smile to the world and act all right
Because of you I'll have to wear a mask for the rest of my life
I wish that I would be stronger and become your wife
No other man will ever know or even assume
That I abandoned true love right here in this room
The other guy will be happy with your left over and only a shell
For - I have already given my heart away and wished it farewell
He will never know of my dreams and my cries in the night
Because looking at him I will smile and put up a fight
So tonight please let me wail in pain and sorrow
Starting over without you with the new day tomorrow
I pray that you will move on - forget me and never call
Because hearing your voice would crumble my wall
I hope that I will never see you face to face ever again
Because if I will I would go back to where we were and go insane
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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I'm A Coward
I ain't afraid of no lions
I ain't afraid of no grizzly bear
I got in a wrestlin' match with old king kong
He didn't even muss my hair
There's just one thing in the whole wide world
That make me doubt my stuff
I'm a coward when it comes to love
Now bring down old hulk hogan
King kong bundy too
Bring down old big mike tyson
I'll show them what a real man can do
They say the tougher' get goin'
Now baby that's when the goin' get tough
But i'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
You can bring on a different sexy girl
At every night of the week
Buddy that's okay
But i start tremblin', my knees get weak
Whenever i hear her say
"do you love me baby?"
"do you love me baby?"
"do you love me baby?"
I got a muscle of iron
I got another muscle made of steel
But when we start kissin' 'n' huggin'
You may be the bravest man in the whole wide world
But buddy, that ain't enough
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
I'm a coward when it comes to love
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Telling Lies
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.
You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.
You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.
You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.
You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.
You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.
You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.
Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.
Randy L. McClave
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Time Will Tell
One day for myself time will tell
If my endeavors in life will send me to hell
But until that I moment I hope not to dwell
As I hope unto my eternity that I will not fail.
I will think to myself of the things I had done
The jobs I have finished and the works I begun
As I worked with my mind and not my tongue
And I greeted everyday with the rising sun.
But time will tell hopefully years from now
As I brush the perspiration away from my brow
It ends as an adult and began when I was a child
Hopefully I wont leave as a coward but will stand proud.
My life though is of both love and hate
Some call it destiny while others call it fate
My soul for many was just an open gate
But hopefully someday my passions I will reinstate.
In the end though my life deeds will prevail
From the things I did and the stories I did tell
The accomplishments made and the work that did fail
Only then will I know if I will make it to heaven or hell.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVI: Fear
I don’t afraid of being old, I’m only afraid of being weak
I don’t afraid of being ugly, I’m only afraid of being useless
I don’t afraid of being nameless, I’m only afraid of being not loved
I don’t afraid of being lost, I’m only afraid of being blind
I don’t afraid of being dumb, I’m only afraid of being hopeless
I don’t afraid of being poor, I’m only afraid of being ungrateful
I don’t afraid of being loser, I’m only afraid of being coward
I don’t afraid of being bound, I’m only afraid of being fake
I don’t afraid of being wrong, I’m only afraid of being oblivious
I don’t afraid of being suffered, I’m only afraid of being surrender
I don’t afraid of being alone, I’m only afraid of being bored
I don't afraid of being loss, I'm only afraid of being lied
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Thief In The Night
She came and gone like a thief in the night
Though she wasn't a stranger she was my wife
She robbed and stole and then broke my heart
If only I knew how she really was from the start.
She came in my life so many years ago
At the junction of my life when I needed to grow
As I had searched the world and she I did find
Happy I had thought that we shared the same mind.
Then I found out she was pretty face with an evil soul
But sad to find out in truth that, that others also did know
She had used and cheated and lied in her past
And now I am not first and I know I will not be the last.
Now she has taken another victim by the hand
I wander how long he will be used until he will understand
But then he too is also a liar a coward and a thief
And sad to say his parents are the same as I do see.
He has the little man syndrome as I have been told
So onto a taller person he wishes upon to hold
With not many hairs on his head so he stands ashamed
So he keeps his head covered as though it is too rain.
They don't believe in GOD so they mock him every day
From the way they act to the lies that they say
And what kind of an examples are they to their daughters
GOD knows she isn't a good mother and he is no father.
Now I think of all the life's that she has affected
And also the many souls she has ruined and corrupted
Leading them all down an evil and sinful path
I wander if ever she hears the devil himself laugh.
And years from now when all will look back at this time
In part of their destruction they will see that fine line
It will be remembered and talked about and held in their sight
As it all began when she came and gone like a thief in the night.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Real Answer
The answer lies deeper
Than the cut of the blade
Your answer is found
in the heart of the brave
That courage is found
In the will to forgive
Courage is found
In the art of your gift
search deep enough
And you will find
Something not worthy
Of leaving behind
Because you, my friend
Should not be afraid
Because you, my friend
are one of the brave
Your life may be surrounded
By purple skies
But you can find the will
To not run and hide
This life you have
must be embraced
Do not run
Stand off face to face
Again and again
Just continue to try
And i promise one day
You'll get your chance to fly
poem by Tamara Puyear
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Courageous courage
I cry in courage
Its the only way to release pain using bravery and strength
Courage dedicates me to put on my shoes and face the worlds brutality
It holds my head on a holster 10 inches above my chest
It holds my mouth to a crack of a smile that glistens and hide my pain
My courage despises my weaknesses
Courage causes my muscles to tense up in my thighs and pump my legs to push in front of each other, causing motion and strength to walk
Courage is power, strength, dedication and this smile that hides my pain!
-Sharnae
poem by Sharnae Green
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Stories of.....
Courageous and fearful
are two similar things
though one has the spirit
to see what “action” brings.
Both of them are scared
there’s no denying that,
its’s just that one is controlled
and one beats it right back
Now this one may be killed,
maimed, or disabled
Though who is the “hero”
when you’re reading the fable?
It’s the hero who’s brave,
while the coward stay back.
It’s our hero who prevails
and often attacks
these monsters of evil,
these beings of harm.
And it’s often the coward
who raises alarm,
to summon the heroes
to come in good speed
While the hero prevails,
courageous is he!
And he will return
to good women, good will,
ro glory and riches............
unless he gets killed.
The decision is yours,
not that of the writer.
Do you run from this witch
or turn around to fight her?
Do you return to “glory”
and the respect of many
or were you hiding from courage
and never received any?
The story is yours,
you can write your own book.
You can fashion your hero
by the chances he took.
Or you can hold back
and stay well and alive.
While they looked for trouble,
you looked to hide.
But in all fairness,
many stories are told
of cowards who hid,
and grew rich and grew old.
And those cowards died
a nice, peaceful death,
dying in their beds
far from dragon’s breath.
So after writing this,
to be a fearing or courageous guy
ultimately lies in
how you’re looking to die. .
poem by Chris Weersing
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I Pity You
I pity you when you walk down the street
I pity you when you open your mouth to speak
You will tell your story, with its pity and glory
As sympathy is all that you do seek.
I pity you and your parents dear
I pity you when from you they don’t want to hear
As you put them to blame, for your sadness and pain
That’s why for you no-one will shed a tear.
I pity you when you laugh and smile
I pity you as your life is full of guile
But you are the source, for your sadness and remorse
And you wont change even when walking your last mile.
I pity you as you once had something
I pity you as now you have nothing
You threw everything away, so you could stray
Now your retribution will be coming.
I pity you as with time you will age
I pity you with your hate and your rage
You will always fight, whether you are wrong or right
You are the animal and your soul is your cage
I pity you and I do it without a clue
I pity you whenever I see or hear of you
There is no sympathy, as your not my friend or enemy
And all I can say is, that I truly pity you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Courage The Cowardly Dog
Eustace, Muriel, somebody's at the door.
Creepy, surreal, someone better get the door.
Someone better get the door.
Who's gonna' get the door?
Courage the Cowardly Dog, Courage the Cowardly Dog.
Something horrible wants to destroy our humble
Nowhere shack. Who will protect our home?
Someone protect our home, Who will protect our home?
Courage the Cowardly Dog, Courage the Cowardly Dog
Courage the Cowardly Dog, Courage the Cowardly Dog
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Makeup
When you wake up in the morning
And you put the makeup upon your face
Do you try to cover up the age and lines
Or only the sins and deceptions and the disgrace.
Do you try to place on a happy smile
By putting bright lipstick upon your lips
Or do you try to cover up your own hard life
Something that someone like you never forgets.
And as you look into your mirror
Do you powder the many lines upon your face
The lines that has stretched from years ago
Unto the present days of your life and waste.
Do you try to cover up the bags under your eyes
From all the many restless and sleepless nights
The nights when you cared not where you went
As long as you went and held on to someone tight.
Do you place the powder upon your cheeks
To make you look so cheerful and so very nice
But as they say you cant judge a book by its cover
And if they knew you, they need only to think twice.
And as you are preparing yourself for the day
With your makeup in front of you and on the shelf
Does it take you a little longer to put it on each day
As you try to cover yourself up and become someone else.
The makeup you have will you pass it along one day
And then show someone else how to cover up their lines
Maybe your sisters or even maybe your daughters
That is though if they need to cover up their lying.
And do you ever step back away from your mirror
Do you ever try to look at yourself as a whole
Does it ever bring tears into your heart and eyes
Do you ever wish that you still had a soul.
So as your prepare to start your brand new morning
With your lipstick and powders and so much more
Do you ever wish that you could just wash your face clean
And never have to cover up your ways and lies from the nights before.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Have Courage
Have courage, for you face a fight
And it is time for you to go
Before the fading of the light.
Though it may rarely read quite right,
And seems too soon for such a blow,
Have courage, for you face a fight.
Keep this in mind; keep this in sight:
That God is watching; this you know
Before the fading of the light.
And though the future is not bright
He will be with you always, so
Have courage, for you face a fight
So struggle on with all your might,
Not heeding any fearsome foe
Before the fading of the light.
Keep marching, marching to the height
Of heaven above from earth below;
Have courage, for you face a fight
Before the fading of the light.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Just One More Dead Hero
So much about his courage we have heard of and read
So sad about the brave man so sad to hear he's dead
A decorated soldier from a war far away
The Reaper claimed the life from him suppose he had his day
One the nationalists and patriots used to celebrate
But with the coward and the traitor he shared a common fate
Not one to respect money or bravery or fame
To the Reaper the life of the coward and the hero are equal and the same
Though memories of the man he was will take some time to fade
Next year he won't be around to march in the war veterans parade
Ninety two when he died his best days long gone
Just one more dead hero and life does go on
The coward and the hero and those of wealth and fame
Are made equal by the Reaper he treats them as the same.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The C.F.A.
You ask old Meg McHenry about the C.F.A.
And without them she will tell you she'd be Homeless today
The trees and paddocks around her house left burnt and looking black
But they risked their lives to save her home and they beat the huge flames back.
The Country Fire Authority members their brave deeds worthy of recall
Men and women who risk their lives though their rewards may seem small
Stories of their courage in the gap of danger have been told far and wide
Without them facing the fire front far more homes would be destroyed.
The men and women of the C.F.A. fearless in their fight with fire
They are the unsung heroes and one only can admire
Them for their courage in times of danger death one mistake away
True stories of their fearlessness we hear of every day.
They often risk their lives and limbs for human lives and property
The brave volunteers of the C.F.A. and their services are free
And seventy years old Meg McHenry tells everyone she meet
That only for the fire fighting volunteers she would be on the street
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