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Road Home

Harvest Celebration

One spring thought

Christmas through a child?s eyes

About trees whispers

Blues

Books

A word about eyes

A Word About Fog

Rose from afar

Money

Untitled poem about women

Untitled Christmas tree poem

Untitled poem about the Present

Blessed Friends

My Love

For Lara (Have Faith)

Untitled poem for Uncle Leo

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Road Home

 

It was soooo far away the place where we were sent

sure wish we had a dime for every dollar spent

it might have made it easier for when we had returned

unfortunately it turned out that a lot of us were burned

we were fighting for democracy their freedom we would gain

just doing what we're told our duty with out shame

back home were demonstrations protests against the War

bring our boys back home let them fight no more

while we were bombing mountains fighting for small hills

to boost up the US economy create jobs and pay bills

and all this for some people who didn't give a damn

if they were call communist in their country Vietnam

after fighting for our country flew home one by one

instead of fan fair for arriving heroes many of us were shunned

a lot of us got medals for serving our country well

and every time we showed them they would give us hell

for here we were in the country they call United States

feeling like we never arrived just lock outside the gates

a common bond we have , so we no longer roam

we can work together to find the Road Home

 

 

 

CMWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Harvest Celebration

 

 

It's come to me in my dreams through haze

how we use to celebrate in one day

the abundance of harvest granted by the Lord

and how are youthful hearts sore

at the thought of trick or treat

and all the goodies we could eat

dressing up in costumed attire

and how the adults would admire

the youthful zealous that they would display

on our quest with out delay

symbolized in many fashions

for this night we had a passion

arched backed cats and harvest moon

who's glitter diminishes all too soon

pumpkins carved to make a face

light a candle in side to place

how it would glow so bright

on harvest celebration night

with fond memories I remember well

how my youthful heart would swell

remember that feeling if you are wise

relive it each year through youthful eyes

 

 

 

CMWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One spring thought

 

 

Once I was a happy man young and full of fire

Spring would come and flowers bloomed

and filled me with desire

With all the flowers I'd fall in love

and pick them at the stem

And all the flowers would wither then

like losing an old friend

This made me feel like a thief

when I cut them at the leaf

and it was this action

that brought me to such grief

You see I thought by picking them

I could give them to a friend

Alas, you see by picking them

I'd push them to their end

As the leaves would wither,

and all the pedals would fall

It sure made me wonder ,

If I should be picking them at all.

or was it just a blunder

So when you see a flower

all dressed up in its attire

Please view it,

and in joy it,

don't pick it,

Just admire!

 

 

 

CMWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas through a child?s eyes

 

 

Christmas lights through a child?s eyes

the colored lights so bright

excited feelings are so strong

it's hard to sleep at night

each year it all seems so new

when young eyes you can see through

imagining toys made for you

by Santa and his Elf crew

On the streets all decorated in lights

windows and stairs brighten up the nights

wide eyed children glance towards the sky

expecting to catch Santa's slay flying by

Music of Christmas in the air

ringing out the birth of Christ everywhere

All this makes me want to say

I?d give all I have to feel the way

that children do on Christmas Day

 

 

 

CMWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About trees whispers

 

 

I go to forest under the trees

and listen to their sighs in the breeze

waving so gracefully to and fro

relaxing my mind and away I go

back to a time ,when I was young

back when stories of my life were unsung

how I used to climb so high

branch for branch towards the sky

for every branch it seemed you see

that excitement encouraged me

until I reached the top one there

could feel the breeze and here the air

whisking through the branches and leaves

past my shirt with rolled up sleeves

riding along in the wind

like the tree was a old friend

who sang to me many times before

and always, I?d go back for more

so you see I?m close to trees

cause they have been so good to me

always there through the years

sang to me when I?d shed tears

helped me to forget my fears

so you see I love to hear

the trees whisper in my ear

that helps to see life so clear

that?s why I hold trees so dear!

 

 

CMWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blues

 

 

Sometimes it comes from a pair of shoes,

or sitting in a church pew,

looking through a pane of glass looking at some greener grass,

thinking of what you might of done, instead

of spending time at fun.

 

rainy day or sunny bright,

words you should have

spoke that night,

the empty feeling when alone,

even when you're safe at home,

 

walking by the ocean shore,

smallness you feel at its roar,

the loss you feel when betrayed by someone loved,

a promise made,

song you hear reminding you of a love that once was new.

 

 

CMWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Books

 

 

Books are something we learn to read

they're food for thought ,a thinking seed

Can take you to places you?ve never been in

Like India, or Russia, or even Berlin

Not to leave out Chile, China, and Japan

Africa Malaysia , and Iran

Greece might be nice and Italy too

and France and Spain just right for you

there so many things to learn and so much to do

it?s all in books just waiting for you

too pick a book and actually read

Can be a very special deed

You can learn about cars and planes and boats

you learn about the water on which they float

You ride a rocketship to the moon

or search for the history of the big baboon

You can ride on a train, see water falls

Learn about birds who give out bird calls

they can teach you about anything you want to learn

They can help you at a cross roads on which way to turn

So you see there?s no limit on what you can do

it's really quite simple its all up to you

Just go to the library and reach for the shelf

and take down a book and better yourself

the more you do it the better you get

you may even get wealthy from doing it.

 

 

CWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A word about eyes

 

 

 

Eyes can be revealing

and also concealing

eyes can glisten

when someone listens

eyes can show when you're happy

they can show when your mad

They show wisdom

When you know you?ve been had

eyes can become teary

when you're sad and weary

they can be the windows

betraying all your thoughts

while listening to crescendos

of the troubles you?ve wrought

sometimes they look kindly

and melt a heart so quick

and others look like daggers

that hit you like a brick

and when loves light is in them

they seem to glow within

like the look you get from sole-mates

or from your natural kin

some are really blue

reflect the sky for you

some are quite brown

and lift you off the ground

some are really gray

just seem to make your day

also come in green

and look so bright and clean

some come in hazel

and remind you of basil

no matter what color they are

they all twinkle like a star

I?ll never cease to be surprised

by the miracle called eyes!

 

 

 

CMWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Word About Fog

 

 

Fog is soft, wet and gray

Quietly comes night and day

Seems so peaceful and serene

sometimes its cool and also clean

other times full of smog or smoke

and when you breath it, you even choke

most the time it sweeps across the land

as if carried by God's gloved hand

creeping over mountains and around hills

catching you in cloths that give you a chill

or caresses your face, body and mind

after a long hot day, seems so fine

soothing to the feel and wet to the touch

the good it does seems so much

It?s become an old friend to me these years

think I shall always want have it near

its silent approach its gentle caress

It hides all the city, the bad and the best

I hope my memory never gets so clogged

it makes me forget my old friend, the Fog

 

 

CMWarfel

 

 

 

 

 

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