Dead Poet's Society
I had a dream last night
That I met my maker
Woke up in a different place
But it felt like home
Robert Frost walked over to me
And said I was brave
For not traveling
‘The Road Not Taken’
Emily Dickenson took a seat next to me
Telling me not to worry
Majority of her poems didn’t get published until she passed
I still can’t believe I’m here
My face has a look of being gassed
Gwendolyn Brooks told me
The key to being a great poet is relating to your readers
Kahlil Gibran explained to me the duty
That I had to inject politics into my writings
Dante Alighieri explained to me the three realms of the afterlife
W.B. Yeats said even in death
I could continue my “Vision”
Homer told me that life
Is an epic “Odyssey”
Then like a flash from a camera
White light is all I can see
I come back to life
Laying in a my bed
A cold sweat has over taken me
Wishing I could go back
Taken on be anxiety
Waiting to revisit the Dead Poet’s Society
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Epitaph For A Poet
His poems in millions sold
The poet lies here dead and cold!
Here lies the poet
Who through toil and sweat
Played word games,
Wrote many poems.
From his heart deep thoughts
Poured out in lots
Creations of his mind
Made his readers blind.
How was he as a person?
It’s mostly unknown
His own comforts he did embrace
Little he cared for others’ happiness
With mortal temptations he was bewitched
Never followed the values he preached.
Small lapses (or are they?) for a poet so great
Aloof in life, he lies solitary in death!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The Great Genius
The great genius closed his eyes
And his mind poured out of his body
And he was one with the sun,
The moon and the stars...
Across the void his mind explored
And suddenly he heard a voice...
'Who are you?
I know you are out there.
Tell me about yourself...'
The great genius introduced himself,
Told of his achievements, his inventions,
Told of the awards that he'd won
And that he now sought a better home,
Saying Earth no longer needed him...
The voice explained, that he must stay,
That he must help others to improve,
For all life dies and needs nurturing
Before the end comes to one and all...
The great genius explained Mankind,
Saying it was slow and obstinate,
Both good and bad, wise and foolish
And he longed for separation...
Perhaps to a higher plane of existence.
'Please stay where you are, dear friend...'
Replied the voice. 'Please persevere...
The wise do not forsake the foolish,
They beseech the Creator to help,
For what is life without love for others? '
Then the great genius sighed and agreed.
He bid the voice farewell and returned...
Way back across the darkness of the void,
Way back to the sun, the moon and the stars,
Back to the home world and to his own home.
And the voice was asked by his companions,
Of what had just happened a little while ago
And the voice chuckled to himself and said,
'It's OK, I've stopped another one...'
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LIFE BEFORE DEATH
The Lord can close doors no man can open
And open doors no man can close.
It's up to us to prove our Heavenly worth
By our lifetime example of the path we chose.
Every night before sleep I say thank you to Heaven
For the past day I was allowed to love you and serve.
If I awake I say thank you once more
For God has blessed me far beyond what I deserve.
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0027 In Honour of Honour and WHAuden
You asked me which of Auden’s poems
were my favourite, and I sighed
for memory’s fade, then walked to the dusty shelf
where next to those volumes of Eliot
with their brown-paper covers for those
precious wartime books allowed
a ration of Canadian paper for
fighting men to read in those
few moments of leisure for the open heart and
the vision of a peacetime world, was
‘Collected Shorter Poems 1930-1944 W.H.Auden’
which fell open at page 54,
‘In Memory of W.B.Yeats (d.January 1939) ’
‘Earth, receive an honoured guest…’;
those pages yellowed more than
the others around them as if
read often late at night
under what was still gaslight
with respectful but unwashed hands
after cocoa and biscuits with a scrape of butter
and it all came back: 1953, that was the year
when there was only one poet Yeats..
and poetry and music were the same;
I turned the pages – they fell open once again,
‘Time will say nothing but I told you so’…
So many poems there, unread, or unremembered,
how could it be that I abandoned Auden,
not hearing his music, while
other interests began to pull?
Then I sat silent at the thought
that a great poet of great mind, great heart,
was writing, writing, most of my lifetime
while I was wrapt in other things;
sat silent, honouring
what is to be honoured
as best we can;
what is to be honoured.
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Travelin' Man
The man i loved ran a salesman route
Selling goods from house to house
Now i knew my mama would never stand
For me stepping out with no traveling man
Mama bought things that he was a'selling
But mama didn't know and i sure wasn't telling
That behind her back i was making plans
To meet somewhere with that traveling man
Oh the traveling man was a good bit older
But a girl needs arms to hold her
Mama didn't know 'cause i didn't told her
But mama wouldn't understand
Me stepping out with a traveling man
Mama didn't allow me a'going courting
And i'd tell lies that i reckon i oughtn't
Oh but she'd a'give me the back a' her hand
If she'd a'seen me with that traveling man
So i tell my mama that i reckon i oughta
Go to the spring and fetch us some water
What mama didn't know is i had a plan
To meet down there with that traveling man
Now i make plans to run away
With that traveling man on a saturday
Well saturday's here and here i stand
And there goes my mama with that traveling man
Oh that traveling man was a two-time lover
He took my love then he took my mother
But i didn't know 'cause mama didn't told me and i don't understand
My mama running off with my traveling man
Mama, you know you oughtn't a'done that
You just like my daddy
He run off before i ever knowed him
You done run-off with my traveling man
And i really don't think i ever knowed you either
Oh there goes my mama with my traveling man
And i'm really gonna miss that traveling man
Mm-hm
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A BeAPoeIt Poem
I say I'm not a poet, For like of which I know it,
Rhymes absurd in metered word,
Describing not a poet
Edgar Allen knew it, The flying raven flew it,
The poems grow for Poe to know,
And Nevermore he drew it
Maya made to wing it, The caging bird to bring it,
With Angelou a freedom flow,
In Stilling bird to sing it
Robert's ride to sigh it, The road with just one by it,
Frost travels one concealing sun,
But Traveling to try it
I'll never be a poet, Descriptions rip to sew it,
Moving here and there with wear,
Encoding how I show it
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I Opened The Door For Death...
I Opened The Door For Death
Invited Him In Like A Guest
He Sat Across From My Soul
I Shivered From Feeling Cold
His Face Was Shadowed & Cloaked
His Expression Was Closed As He Spoke
“I’m Glad You Let Me In …”
He Said Softly, Like A Long-Lost Friend
He Said, “I Came To Bring You A Gift
Something To Make Your Spirit Lift
For You’ve Been In So Much Pain! ”
He Sympathetically Exclaimed
“But I Can Make It All Go Away
… Just Take My Hand Today”
And He Held Out A Mirage-Like Hand
It Was Pale, But Blood-Red Drops Ran …
… Along The Length Of His Fingers
and Thin, Uplifted Palm
and In It, Something Was Beating
Like A Wild-War Drum …
It Was The Heart Of Me
Beating So Tragically
Pumping So Pitifully
A Sight So Wretched To See
and When Death Slowly Squeezed
It Was Hard for Me To Breathe
and Even Harder To Believe
As Death Explained What He Needs …
“If You Are Ready To Take The Risk
I Came To Bring An Oblivion-Bliss
But First Your Heart; We’ll Crush This
and Seal-Deal With A Hopeless-Kiss …
In Return, I’ll Give You Such Peace
This World Of Worries Will Cease
Every Pain of Yours, I Will Kill
I’ll Replace It With Elysian Fields …
You’ll Lie In Dreamless-Wonder
A Sweet Sojourn of Shadows & Slumber
Soft Blades of Grass & Blossoms; Your Canopy Bed
& A Stone Mountain Guard O’er Your Head …
No More Sadness, No More Horrors
No More Turmoil & No More Tomorrows
All This I’ll Give You, It Is No Hoax …”
Death Held Out His Hand With Heart & Coaxed …
and I Wanted To Leave – I Wanted To Go
I Didn’t Care If Death Was Friend Or Foe
I Just Didn’t Care Anymore …
That’s Why I Let Death Thru The Door …
I Opened The Door For Death
He Had Come At My Request
I Wanted Desperately To Rest
From All & Every Tests
For Me, Death Was Not A Threat
Death Had, What I Could Not Get
What Death Promised, I Wanted
So Why Hesitate – Disappointed?
Only Now, I Start To Understand
The Answer: Was Held In Death’s Hand
That Pathetic Little Part Of Me
Could Not End Unless I Agree …
My Own Bleeding, Broken Heart
It Was Beaten, Yet Still Beating Hard
& The Thought Of Crushing It Out Of Existence
… I Couldn’t Do It, Not Even At Death’s Insistence
As Death Watched My Tell-Tell Face
(Death, Saw It Happened Again)
and Death Grew Very Angry
Death’s Whole Demeanor Changed
“You Wanted Me!
That’s Why I Came! ”
Death Ravaged and Raged …
and Glittered and Blamed
“You’re A Coward! ” He Hissed
“Not Worthy Of My Kiss …
Just Do It Now
… You Won’t Be Missed! ”
Death Squeezed My Heart So Cruelly
and I Wondered, ‘Did Death Lie?
Because I’d Changed My Mind
and Didn’t Want To Die? ’
“No … I Will Not Go! ” I Said
You Cannot Make Me Become Dead! ”
His Hollow Laughter Was Darkness & Dread
Where My Burial Lurked & Led …
Death Stood Back Quietly In The Room
A Terrible Silence In The Gloom
So Certain Of My Doom
His Look Said, ‘ … Soon, Real Soon ’
Death’s Cold Stare Remained Fixedly
Intent and Resolute On Me
“You Must Come With Me Now! ”
Death Ordered In Threatened Growl
Death Tossed My Heart Up For Effect
Played With It Like Some Tortured Pet
I Wouldn’t Last The Night, I Bet
Or Escape His Wrist-Thrown-Net …
“No … I Will Not Go! ” I Said
You Cannot Make Me Become Dead! ”
His Hollow Laughter Was Darkness & Dread
“What Have You Done? ” Heart Bled …
Then A Warm & Lovely Glow Appeared
Now Death’s Bold Stance Grew A-Feared
Told Death, “You Have No Power Here …
There’s No Point Waiting Near”
“Over Her, You Have No Claim
You Have No Right To Call Her Name
It’s Her Mistake, But It’s Your Shame
Ignoring Life’s Pulse-Flame
See … Her Beating Heart Is Brave! ”
See … It’s Not Ready For The Grave
She Begged For Death Or ‘ME’ To Save
I’M The Hero … Death’s The Knave!
She Wants Freedom, Not Death-Enslaved
She Wants Sky-Clouds, Not Ground-Caves
She Wants Joy-Filled Life, Not Maggot-Craves
She Wants Love In Light-Waves & Waves
and Black-Clad Death Was No Match
Not His Devious Plots Nor Coffin Pacts
and The Crushed-Heart That Death Packed?
… They Made Death Give It Back
Now That I Know What Death’s About
I Do Not Ever Choose That Route
When Door Opened With An Almighty Shout
… and GOD Told Death, ” Get Out! ”
____________________
Many Heartaches Will Make You Cry
Many Sorrows Will Make You Sigh
& Remember Death Is Always Standing By
Waiting To Hear … “I Want To Die”
Written & ©: 7/14/10
By: The MoonBee
'Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.' ... Poem By: Emily Dickenson
My Version and Tribute To The Emily Dickenson Poem... This is also one of my favorite poems... along with most of Edgar Allen Poe's often sad and dark theme writes... MoonBee
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What Dante Told Me
The golden crescent of the moon
was shining through my window
when I fell asleep.
Soon a soft astral darkness enveloped me
bringing along a vivid and strange dream.
A bright sun was shining in the firmament
and I found myself in a Tuscan landscape,
hiking on the old Via Apia.
It was an early afternoon
and suddenly I saw a man in the distance
walking toward me from the south.
As he came closer I recognized him.
It was the poet Dante Alighieri.
'Oh, Sommo Poeta',
I accosted him timidly,
'Please, tell me, does love really exist,
or is it just a romantic figment
of our wishful imagination?
Can love be really perfect,
unconditional and eternal? '
Dante gave me a long inquisitive look.
And then, after a pensive silence
he began to speak:
'Amor himself once told me', he said,
'Ego tanquam centrum circuli,
cui simili modo
se habent circumferentiae partes:
Tu autem non sic! '
But what does this mean? ' I asked.
'It means'. he explained,
'that I'm as the centre of a circle,
to which the parts of the circumference
have a similar relation:
However, you are not so.'
'You forgive me', I said,
'but even in translation
I don't understand it.'
'Well, it means', he said,
'that you shouldn't demand more
than what life can afford to you.'
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Sun, You!
I should explained that my face was burned for a sun
I should explained that my eyes was failing for a sun
I should explained that my back was scarred for a sun
I shpuld explained that my body was festered for a sun
I should explained that my leg was paralyzed for a sun
I should explained that my heart was broken pieces for a sun
Then...
I should explain that the sun is you! !
That you made my face burned of missing you every single minutes
That you made my eyes failed of being freak to love you
That you made my body festered of being hurt hoping you
That you made my leg paralyzed of being tired cathching you in dream
That you made my heart broken pieces of keeping this love seed!
You! ......You! .......You! ........You!
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Our World = 2012
Glorious is this world of ours
And the way we feel within
Where sometimes love plants its seed
In the hearts of women and men.
Marvelous is our beautiful world
And all the heavens above.
If we would just do our duty
Our world would be full of love.
Our world resembles a ruthless game
Where all are eager players.
There's smiles of joy, tears, data and woe
With hate, lust, love, worry and prayers.
Our world is cruel to those who feel
And a joke to those who think.
Like the wind blown pages of a book
Our deeds fly by in a blink.
BRAVERY
Many brave souls lived before now
Unwept and unknown by their face.
Lost somewhere in the distant night
Till a data chronicles their grace.
True bravery is shown by performing
Without witness what one might be
Capable of before the world and web
Without any or all to consume, believe and see.
How great the brave who rest in peace
All blessings from heaven to Earth.
They gave our country but their best
Those destined to be brave from birth.
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Being Dead
They came to her to tell her that she was dead-
passed away in her sleep.
But, ' she retorted, this must be a dream
and cannot be so-
I'm not dead-perhaps still asleep.'
'No', they said, 'dead and nothing to be done;
acceptance not denial is what is requiews here.'
She felt her arms and said 'See I am alive, still here.'
'Illusion.' they said The dead always try to keep the illusion of life
because that is all they know
life is gone from you now, the book is closed.
'This is absurd; ' she said 'let me out of here.
I am alive, not dead and gone'
'There is nothing to stop you leaving they said, ' he said 'you can always leave life you understand is but a tree with death as it final branch.
She got up and walked to what looked like a door paused opening it gingerly blinded by a briight white, so she shut it again turning to face again to her interlocutors.
'What is going on where am I? ' she said.
They ignored her whispering among themselves finally facing her, one of them saying;
'We can give special dispensation and perhaps...'
She interrupted him, 'Special dispensation, what is that? '
'Well' he said 'you can go, leave here if you like, but only for three days and if…'
If, if what.' she said.
'in those two days you can walk among the living but they will not be able to see or hear you
and if you can some how communicate with them,
make your self feel alive to them
and they want you to come back,
then you can perhaps go back, go back among the living,
That will be permanent until you die again,
understanding, of course, that in time
we all die.'
Convince them? How can I do that if they cannot hear or see me?
'Well you can go among them, ' one of them explained
'and even though they will not be able to hear or see you,
your spirit will be present and that will be the trigger among them
signaling their desire for your return,
then that might make your return possible.'
'Not see or hear me, ' she said 'but how then will I be able to convince them I am alive? This makes no sense.'
'Oh yes it does. You have to get them to conjure you in their memory, wish you were still alive, remember you fondly,
wish you were still with them after all this time.'
'All this time? ', she said.
How long have I been dead? '
'Well now they said 'it has been over five years now.'
'Five years! ' she said incredulously.
'Yes five years.' he said.
'I know people forget, even loved ones can forget
you after five years, and they go on with their lives.'
'Yes, our point exactly, ' he said, 'then you are not only dead but not remembered, and being not remembered is true death'
Do you want to go, go back
understanding that if you fail,
your death will then be death true final test? '
She paused thinking how hurtful it would be
if she could not get anyone to conjure her memory..
'What happens' she said 'if I succeed and some one remembers me and wants me back? '
'That is the point someone can remember you yourself may not want to come back. That part is important.'
'And, ' he said 'you may not want to go back. If you do go back there might be loved ones who have moved on with their lives.'
.
'What about my husband, has he moved on? ' she said?
They did not answer.
'We can tell you nothing. These things you will have to find out for yourself.
Some, ' he said 'find out and want to come back here. Each is different-take your time.
She stood thinking about what to do.
To be continued
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Lonely Old Road
I went down a lonely old road,
They said was keeping me home,
One day I will know about,
Down that lonely old road I was to be told,
How come no one told me to go down this lonely old road?
I felt that I didn't know anything beyond this lonely old road,
Come to think of it,
I don't because this lonely old road,
Is all I know,
No one told me about this darn lonely old road,
I tried to keep my head held high,
Gravity pressed my head down,
I was walking around,
Saying I'm walking down this lonely old road,
If you should ever see me,
All you have to do is wave that hand of yours,
Telling me to go down this lonely old road,
I might smirk at first,
Because you told me to go down this lonely old road,
But you also heard me out,
Before I went on this journey,
On this lonely old road,
Just know that one day,
I'll get off this lonely old road,
I'll have something to show,
About this lonely old road.
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Outside Looking In
Somebody told him that their way was the right way
He never took a chance, her never had a
chance
Cause he was force fed he had to live his
death sentence
See, he was a new face with a nice smile
He got sucked in got spit out
He was the winner by the standars of gold-digger
A success story in six figures
Outside looking in
It was wasted life on the dream
Outside looking in
He was wasted
Turn your back to the world
So then he grew old, he thought he grew wise
He thought he'd know a bad seed in swarm of flies
They couldn't wait to consider him family
Take what they could get and keep walkin'
And on his death bed surrounded by his friends
He saw the faces and no substance, let go
With a smile of serenity, he needed change for enternity
On the outside looking in
It was wasted life on a dream
On the outside looking in
He should of seen their dream as a sin
On the outside looking in
It was wasted life on the dream
On the outside looking in
He was wasted
Turn you back on the world
It's what he didn't know, he didn't know that killed him
It's what he didn't know, he didn't know that killed him
It's what he didn't know, he didn't know that killed him
It's what he didn't know
It's what he didn't know (on the outside looking in)
It's what he didn't know (it was wasted life on a dream)
It's what he didn't know (on the outside looking in)
It's what he didn't know (he was wasted)
Turn your back on the world
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I Wish
I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.
I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.
I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you
I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously
I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you
I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back
I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.
Poet Is A Poet/Wherever He Goes
A POET IS A POET/ WHEREVER HE GOES
A poet is a poet
Wherever he goes
He can stop and sit on a bench anywhere
And write a poem
The poems come from without often
But what is within is the poetry-
Like a dream like a fire like a small light
That never goes out
A poet sits anywhere and writes his dream-
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To E.T.
I slumbered with your poems on my breast
Spread open as I dropped them half-read through
Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb
To see, if in a dream they brought of you,
I might not have the chance I missed in life
Through some delay, and call you to your face
First soldier, and then poet, and then both,
Who died a soldier-poet of your race.
I meant, you meant, that nothing should remain
Unsaid between us, brother, and this remained--
And one thing more that was not then to say:
The Victory for what it lost and gained.
You went to meet the shell's embrace of fire
On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day
The war seemed over more for you than me,
But now for me than you--the other way.
How over, though, for even me who knew
The foe thrust back unsafe beyond the Rhine,
If I was not to speak of it to you
And see you pleased once more with words of mine?
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We Walked Together In The Night
We walked together in the night
Hand in hand, intertwined
It was like a magical dream
I just couldn't believe
We walked together in the night
My heart raced on as if I might die
You calmed me down and told me everything would be alright
We walked together in the night
Just you and I
You held my hand, you held me close
You protected me, and kept me safe
We walked together in the night
That night was the best time of my life
Time I spent with you
We walked together in the night
We're just best friends....
But does this date mean anything?
We walked together in the night
We laughed, We played
We were nervous, We were afraid
What might happen after this night?
We walked together in the night
You took me out to the movies
You took me back to my house
Everything was perfect then
Until I ruined it...
I walked away with tears in my eyes.....I ruined it
I walked back home alone that night...because we weren't ready to date just yet
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The Promise
Johnny works in a factory and billy works downtown
Terry works in a rocknroll band
Looking for that million-dollar sound
Me I dont do nothing much,
I spend a lot of time alone
Some nights I go to the drive-in,
And some night I stay home
I followed that dream
Just like those guys do way up on the screen
Drove a chopped up challenger
Down route 9
Through the dead ends and all the bad scenes
And when the promise was broken
I cashed in a few of my dream
Well, I built that challenger by myself
But I needed money and so I sold it
I lived a secret I shouldve kept to myself
But I got drunk one night and I told it
All my life I fought that fight
The one that no man can never win
And every day it just gets harder
To live the dream Im believing in
Thunder road ...
I stay up every morning until it turns light
Thunder road ...
Theres something dying out on the highway tonight
Well now I won big once and I hit the coast,
Oh but somehow I paid the big cost
Inside I felt like I was carrying
The broken spirits of all the other ones who lost
When the promise is broken you go on living
But man it takes something from down in your soul
Like when the truth is spoken, it dont make no
Difference
Finally something in your heart turns cold
Yeah I followed that dream, me and some guysin the dead ends and all the
Two-bit bars
The night the promise was broken
I was drunk and far away from home,
Sleeping with a stranger
In the back seat of a borrowed car
Thunder road ...
Heres one for the lost lovers and all the fixed games
Thunder road ...
Heres one for the tires rushing by in the rain
Thunder road ...
I remember when me and billy, wed always say
Thunder road ...
We were gonna take it all, and throw it all away
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In Heaven By Mistake
He came back from Heaven
told his tale fixed-eyed
and saintly.
'I saw God on the throne' he said
'a host of angels
and people from my past
my grandmother and others
all there
smiling.
But it was clear I didn't fit.
I do not like happy
and everyone there was.
They called me in to ask why
I was not happy there.
I said I didn't know why.
But my answer came
later to me
that heaven was nice
but not without my friends.
I asked how did I get here?
I don't remember even dying.
They explained that likely
I had died
but somebody
decided it just wasn't my time.
I was in heaven just temporarily
just trying out;
waiting to go back.
That made sense.
Not my time
and now I'm back.
One of the few apparently
who came back with the
memory of heaven intact.
That had to be it.
I really was there.
Don't you believe me?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Deadly Awakening
Frighting night woke from a dead sleep
heavy chest pains, struggle to move
wondering what is going on, I was fine earlier
no warnings, no pain before the sleep
what woke me up?
I will never know, god or a angel above
told me, I was lucky to make it to the hospital
could of been massive, might of passed
struggled with life, stressed with problems
Things need to change, life is to short
sitting in the ER wondering why me?
I been here before,5 years earlier
but a different way, jumped started 3 times
live to tell, my, I want to live
wonder if it's for a reason, a test I need to know
love to many to leave, not ready to go
missions and dreams to full fill
laying near death makes you think and cry
man or not, this is scary
will I make it the next time, maybe not
I will try to change, slow down, enjoy life
get rid of the stress and the rest
I don't need to die, I have to much will
I made it home this time, told me I was lucky
the symptoms were different, some how I knew
danger I was in, cried in the car and I don't cry
wondering if this was my time, I do not go
fight for life, live my dreams, love thy family
forget the pain, the past, work for the future
relax and breathe, life is precious
may I live for now, I have so much to give
poems to write, stories to tell
Thanks for life, love and dreams
My life is to give to you and enjoy
poem by Michael Peterson
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