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| reflections into darkness a tiny pool of light is dim outlined is its perfection by the poet from within silent are the whispers that the shadow box will show patterns now grandiose on wall in likeness grow protect the child within us and keep him from the fear show us all the passage light that plays this drama clear with coruscate memories that move in unison as one a synchronized synopsis of lovers outlines having fun playful echoes in the heart of profiled silhouettes characters of portraits the two have never met cut like cultured stone sharp marbled contours bounding faces one to one the poets pen endures imprints past and present changed by chance with time chasing shadow dreams away they dance yet how sublime a bondage spirit makes passage darkness into light this poets pen duets the page tracing verses in the night ~~~end~~~ � 2000 Keith Hipharp1 |
| can you hear me cry |
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| if you listen in the background a shallow cry is heard the falling of my comrades of the now cursed thirty third poison was the felon of the merciless way we died listen now in silence in the distance can you hear me cry one had fallen by the wayside of a mortars piercing sword another by the the hollow point of the enemies forty four through all the ramparts waving and all the screaming hoards angels picked up fallen comrades in all there blood and gore I could see there works that night the angels how I prayed as they lifted all the good ones and carried them away buried in the grief and sorrow of a terrible sorte' lost I clenched and prayed to come away as I grasp my holy cross florescent firefly's danced that night on Mekong's lonely shore as mortars flew bombarding through the pacifist only door quiet now the dawn is near burnt flesh is in the air napalm brings us too our knees dead bodies are everywhere Vietnam is true I know we are the soldiers that paid our dues to save the souls of fellow patriots the red white and blue so dance a song of death along with fifty five thousand souls that gave their lives for democracy the brave the proud the bold ~~~end~~~ � 2000 Keith Hipharp1 |
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| the ballet dancer turns turns turns as the magnet lets her dance dance dance to the sound of a Waltz Waltz Waltz tiny music box sings sings sings the chiming of a tingle jingle cling mirror reflects her round round round tiny fingers used too play play play all a father does is pray pray pray she'll live just one more day day day the memory of her smile smile smile merry music makes him cry cry cry why does she have to die die die so now his ballerina turns turns turns gently going round round round musics winding down down down as the music Fades a way ~~~end~~~ � 2000 Keith Hipharp1 |
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