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| Not a shot was fired by Dennis Hicks You killed a good man, fast and swift, Yet, not a shot was fired You mangled shredded tore down the heart, you set out to do this some say right from the start Strong hearts don't stand a chance for this battle for you they cannot win, You lead and their heart follows your dance, never to be able to beat again Yes you kill fast and swift leaving ruin and destruction in your wake, then you'll be off to the next victim, another heart will make the same fatal mistake And someday, when your alone at night, when the wind howls and you cannot sleep, the trophies you've collected will appear in your conscience, no escape you'll start to weep And as the dawns hour draws near, just before the sun starts to rise your heart too will shed a tear and remember our good byes Copyright � 2000 -2001 Dennis Hicks |
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| No Answer by Dennis Hicks The blizzard has spoken a quiet stillness calls out your name still, silence, no answer As the dawn awakes the sun look toward the sky for a reply still, silence, no answer Thoughts like the snow drift to a different time quiet and pure a reflection of hearts once entwined Once again the blizzard speaks quietly, the wind calls out your name the moment echoes in your mind while the chilling result is still the same still, silence, no answer And now as the stillness,is replaced by sadness a sound unto itself alone the heart encumbered realizes what the mind has always known still, silence, no answer Copyright � 2000 -2001 Dennis Hicks |
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| After the Storm By Dennis Hicks After the storm, the raindrops still fall Calmly, almost serene as they gather together to form a gentle pond 'Twas I once told that the rain was God�s tears I surmised that thunder and lightning to be God�s anger As the smell of the fresh rain, the calm of the storm is soothing and refreshing to my soul The bittersweet taste of the rain that fell serves to remind me that this will be the last tear I taste from this storm And now after the storm, it is time, for me to look for the promise, of the rainbow Copyright- 2001 Dennis Hicks |
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| Under Your Wings by Hank James Hicks When I was one I probably wasan't that much fun When I was two I had to of had the flu When I was three it was all about me. When I was four you made me feel sure When I was five you taught me how to dive When I was six you told me to watch out for ticks When I was seven you made me feel like I was in heaven. When I was eight you liked the fact that I could skate. When I was nine you made it all fine. When I was ten you taught me about sin. When I was 11 it was the same when I was seven. When I turned twelve it was like a new spell. But i'am so fortunate to be under your wings. Copyright 2001 Hank James Hicks This is Hanks first poem...I'll always cherish it. |
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