Open Poetry #4 |
Peace Keepers? |
broker6 Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 132Bellevue, NE, Sarpy |
Peace Keepers? by ©Richard Budig 1999 They call it a peace keeping force They always call it that And it’s always afterwards Ever notice that After bodies litter the streets When cradles no longer rock Long after the cry for help That’s when well dressed troops storm empty beaches Swoop among the survivors And say verily put away your fear For as you see we are finally here [This message has been edited by broker6 (edited 11-19-1999).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
broker6, Another good one, enjoyed |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
Broker, I'm afraid that's exactly how it goes. Niecly told! ------------------ Yesterday is history, tomorrow just a mystery. And if today is good to me how could I ask for more? |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Wow...in awe with this one ------------------ Alis volat propriis (She flies with her own wings) |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent! ------------------ Denise |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Broker - Sometimes the truth is so hard to tell ... you did it well. I particularly liked 'When cradles no longer rock' ... very visual. Nice job, I think. ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
You know how to tell it like it is...nice work. |
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