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have you ever met them, never keep track a deed's in faith done, givin a help or hand up's them, face in gleam of their treasured life, a door with no lock, a heart of silk gold couraged excitement bubbled within, stories of life so willing to tell purvey'd with conviction an smilin day don'd strife, finger's worked raw to the bone to do what it takes to get it all done, salt of the earth truly they are, their doors always open, silk gold knocker's the sleeved heart that they wear ~

KICK THE CAN ©

When I was young,

How I loved to 'Play the hero',

To be the one

Who set the others free;

But, now it's rough, I'm just 'Another zero',

It's hard enough

To just take care of me...

Yet, memory still retains the sight,

Of 'Standing up' for what was 'Right',

Of 'Taking turns' at waiting for the swing;

The 'Sleeping out' and 'Marshmallow roasts',

The stories we told about 'Terrible ghosts',

Deciding which girl 'I liked the most',

Then, giving that girl 'My ring'...

Of having a friend 'To stay over',

Of finding a 'Four leaf clover',

Folding the paper to make a 'Hat' or a 'Fan';

"He found a nickel, the lucky bum",

Sharing the 'Popsicle' or 'Bubble gum',

"Ready or not, here I come..."

Running to 'Kick the can'...

Of building a 'Fort'

Way up in a tree,

Of painting a sign

For 'Boys only',

Knowing the 'Crawdad'

Was going to pinch your hand;

The afternoon swimming

Down at the 'Creek',

The 'All day suckers',

And 'Sharing a lick' ,

Wishing 'To heck'

To grow up 'Real quick'...

Lord, I'd love another chance

To 'Kick the can'...

The Battle ©
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I always seek

To do what I thinks right,

But, sometimes, I get weak

When it gets night...

I usually say that I won't go

And do those things again;

Too often, though

It seems, that I give in...

I guess, perhaps,

That's what life's all about,

To take your slaps

And know the knife of doubt;

Then, when you think that you can't cope,

Can't get back up again,

To find some hope

And try, once more, to win...

What really counts the most

Is if we try;

Sometimes, we get to boast,

And, sometimes, cry...

So, when ' The Battle ' rages

And there's no peace in your head,

It's ' The Battle ' of the ages

Fought by millions now long dead...
If it's any help to know,

You're not alone;

That we each face a foe

That's not our own...

Our own lines of demarcation,

We each wage a war with sin;

Feel the same frustration,

Fight ' The Battle ' of within...

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The above poem was published in 1977 as Beacon©

Verse by Russ Miles.

When, over a dozen years later, I was set free from ' The Battle ', I wrote this last verse to include in any of the remaining copies that I had removed from the market place after suffering "An attack of conscience" in 1979.

Well, at last, ' The Battle's ' ended

In the night...

Not the way that I'd intended,

Through my might...

A peace treaty has been rendered,

Yes, a victory has been won...

It came after I'd surrendered

To God's One and Only Son...

Tonight, the less fortunate, the ones with their shirt held out in their hands to the offering of whom may need it, if only for a while, taken for granted too often yet if the next time they can make or bring you their smile it's them an of a true giving heart's why they do!

Yeah he's a Brit but in the long run he's really a good:) . . . . . guy lol, he's been there for me at times it's been tough, his ears they'll listen an he will call you bluff to be sure that ur sure, he looks over the ocean with gallant eyed mind expressive penned thought the imaginative kind, r an d yeah he's done an still to this day the format's all different he's found a new way, paperback filled with writ in between, hardcover too for ages to gleen, my good friend Andrew ty for you!

Strike the match

As the sea carries horizontal rain
pelt'd beside me on the window frame
All the feet I've seen en-toe'd in the sand
each wave's taken out past part of time

Candle'd flame
chair's under me
crossed knee's fingered smoke
lookin out to a world the drops of rain covered wet
I shake out the flame wooden match it held to

Whistled kettle in the kitchen
tea for two
splat'n rain on the window
from one candle two flames
some black tea an me....~



~Bentlee~

Hello little bird
Can you show me
How you fly so high
I want to be
In the bluest of skies
Life could be amazing
If you could take the time
To teach me how you fly

So many things
Going wrong on the ground
Gravity does not know
It is not my biggest fear
What it thinks is good for me
Only causes more tears
Anyone could easily see

Just give me a little time
Before we start our take off
I want to earn your trust
That way its not just a jump
This will work out the first time
For your love will keep me up
Evan in the hardest of hard winds
Just promise me, To never give up

If i could catch a rainbow i would do it just for you
And share with you it's beauty on the days your feeling blue
If i could build a mountain you could call your very own
A plcae to find serenity a place to be alone
If i could take your troubles i'd toss them in the sea
But all these things i'm finding are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what i know best, a friend who's always there :) xx

One flower yellow and slender
a focal point of angst and beauty
celebrates her blanket of greenery
a backdrop serving the rarity
of love simmering slowly
bubbling steam so illusive for smelling
so removed from touch
a flower so small yet
when opened lightens so brightly
so fiercly one can not behold
all she has to share
before once again closing
her petals when the dark comes

Winds at my back, sun's shining my face. A friend far away had a blessing's filled day. Couple a guys at work a freaky friday. A day of lipped smiles times seven what's a better way. And game of crib an a beer, ha one over slunkline an last peg is mine. Thankful we've another day to share our lives as. . . . . we do! And can!