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Two well thought poems |
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Chacha Junior Member
since 2006-01-24
Posts 10 |
The path A tree of golden ferns sat upon a path A black tree set on fire sat across with menacing wrath The golden path, it was, oh, so easy The black one, twisty, turny, oh, so queasy A voice called out from the path of gold It said, “Give me your hand, and behold!” Another voice called out from the path of black It said, “Come my way, and never look back.” Eyes, they work in such mysterious ways Deceiving us and leading us into an impossible maze The man on the path, chose the golden tree For this path was easy, as any mans eye could see He joined the millions of others that were sucked into the wrath For, in actuality, this way was an antipode of his desired path So few who traveled this road So few saw the blackened gates that were so corroad Irony has many twists and turns For the gates of black were beyond the tree of ferns So few who traveled this road So few saw the white castle and gleaming gates that showed Irony has many twists and turns For, the gates of white were beyond the tree that burns A man stood upon a path -------------------------------------- U.S.A - The American Eagles Wartime Address. The eagle on his branch beckoned to the men before him And said “War, and history go hand and hand. I ask that you pay attention to the men of old When kings went abroad and plans went cold Wartime is not kind, neither is love Love the ones you will, for you will kill the ones you hate The old tapes of war said many things The old tapes of war taught us many things By the hand of god, men shall die By the hand of god, new nations shall arise. But it will not be this day, for this day we fight Not to build a new nation But to keep the one we have upright Not to build a new nation By the hand of god, empires will collapse By the hand of god, the great rulers time shall elapse But it will not this day, for this day we fight Not to build a new nation But to keep the one we have upright Not to build a new nation By the hand of god, tyrants will come and go By the hand of god, souls will be cast to the fire below But it will not be this day, for this day we fight Not to build a new nation But to keep the one we have upright Not to build a new nation By the hand of god, nations shall defend By the hand of god, men shall slay there own kin That will occur on this day, for this day we fight Not to build a new nation But to keep the one we have upright Hold your flag to your chest, Hold it tight Off to war you go The fierce eagles eye always in the enemies sight. “ --------------------------------------------- I am 17 years old, and just started writing a book...and I like writing in general. And feedback would be greatly appreciated  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Eyes, they work in such mysterious ways Deceiving us and leading us into an impossible maze The man on the path, chose the golden tree For this path was easy, as any mans eye could see" This is really nice work. Write on! |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Hi ChaCha! This is an interesting first post. I enjoyed your philosophical bent and am impressed with the maturity of your thought. Well-penned reflections on life and the times that we are living. Thanks for posting! Shenachie |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Welcome to Passions! What wonderful posts you have gifted us with upon your entry here. You show a muturity in writing far beyond your age. I look forward so seeing more of your work. Please check your email for a special Passion's greeting. In the midst of winter, |
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