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Plough, Pen , Pistol
O Plough! You are very antique
In the unique history of man;
The only instrument of livelihood,
For filling his empty can.
You taught the mankind to live
Like a bundle of wood;
To live in a village together
And to get their food.
You taught the society to be
Civilized as well as to be wise;
To clear the thorny path and with
difficulty, the life-mountain to rise.
Your bliss has given us to enjoy
The new society; with new sight.
Today you are very unkindly kind
That we are busy with fight.
Kindly, be aware of us and
Give your blessings in abundance,
Then we'll be grateful enough to you
For ever to run in advance.
O Pen! The heart of society
You are also very antique.
Can anyone deny your influence
As you are yourself unique?
With your help man could indite
The great epics, God's mouth speech;
Revealing gratitude for your help
The Guru of Gurukul could teach.
Modified your bulk and shape,
You are now the modern pen.
Red-tapism is your only job
Being the hateful thing among men.
Why are you so cruel
In lieu of being much kind
To a human being who does never
Bring you now to his mind?
O my lovely Pistol! Your origin
Is recent, medieval barely.
Now the most favorite thing in society
That everyone fails keeping you rarely.
To subdue the foes is your aim;
From the perils of hooligan,
To serve your owner much
By giving safety is the job one.
Important as you in giving
The sovereignty to any nation.
You shall be everlasting
Till the world goes down.
O you all three!the basic needs;
Man shall be paying gratitude.
You shall never be uprooted like weeds
From society as you have great magnitude.
In the unique history of man;
The only instrument of livelihood,
For filling his empty can.
You taught the mankind to live
Like a bundle of wood;
To live in a village together
And to get their food.
You taught the society to be
Civilized as well as to be wise;
To clear the thorny path and with
difficulty, the life-mountain to rise.
Your bliss has given us to enjoy
The new society; with new sight.
Today you are very unkindly kind
That we are busy with fight.
Kindly, be aware of us and
Give your blessings in abundance,
Then we'll be grateful enough to you
For ever to run in advance.
O Pen! The heart of society
You are also very antique.
Can anyone deny your influence
As you are yourself unique?
With your help man could indite
The great epics, God's mouth speech;
Revealing gratitude for your help
The Guru of Gurukul could teach.
Modified your bulk and shape,
You are now the modern pen.
Red-tapism is your only job
Being the hateful thing among men.
Why are you so cruel
In lieu of being much kind
To a human being who does never
Bring you now to his mind?
O my lovely Pistol! Your origin
Is recent, medieval barely.
Now the most favorite thing in society
That everyone fails keeping you rarely.
To subdue the foes is your aim;
From the perils of hooligan,
To serve your owner much
By giving safety is the job one.
Important as you in giving
The sovereignty to any nation.
You shall be everlasting
Till the world goes down.
O you all three!the basic needs;
Man shall be paying gratitude.
You shall never be uprooted like weeds
From society as you have great magnitude.
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Posted: Apr 2013
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Wounded Spirit
WOUNDED SPIRIT
Her heart, the quintessence of beauty and light
She wears honor and goodness humbly anaware
Like nature's beauty knows not its delight
Such creation can't belie it's there
Her presence redesigns each life she enters
Touching a soul with her riches within
Unwrapping gifts of herself to remember
Giving hope where it's needed again.
But nothing precious remains untouched
And virtue meets with unjust reprisal
So behind a mask of love he rushed
To reward her goodness with despisal
But once again she emerged the victor
God's gift of Grace she gladly opened
And boldly faced the "Contradictor"
Her faith though tested remained unbroken
The hope she gives to the ones who share
The sorrow of a love betrayed
Is found in the "One" who's always there
Whose Grace by a Cross was displayed
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Her heart, the quintessence of beauty and light
She wears honor and goodness humbly anaware
Like nature's beauty knows not its delight
Such creation can't belie it's there
Her presence redesigns each life she enters
Touching a soul with her riches within
Unwrapping gifts of herself to remember
Giving hope where it's needed again.
But nothing precious remains untouched
And virtue meets with unjust reprisal
So behind a mask of love he rushed
To reward her goodness with despisal
But once again she emerged the victor
God's gift of Grace she gladly opened
And boldly faced the "Contradictor"
Her faith though tested remained unbroken
The hope she gives to the ones who share
The sorrow of a love betrayed
Is found in the "One" who's always there
Whose Grace by a Cross was displayed
Copyright© 2012
All Rights Reserved
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
I just wrote this yesterday for my niece on her birthday. She was the victim of domestic abuse from her husband. She only refers to her marriage as the "blessing" that gave her, her beautiful little boy, Lucas. If you ever met her, you would never forget her.
I SEE YOU LIKE BLACK
Have you seen a flower all petal and black?
Blossoming in the dark
Woman you speak
You generate an impulse
A magnificent ratio of results
I see you like black
Yes, the clothes that you wear
Drape from your neck
Straight down your back
Even your jeans bite with a fit
In the light and in the dark
I see you like black
So graceful when you walk
So lingual your clothes talk
So charming when you smile
Compliments definitely to keep on file
You look so good in black
O! my, O! my
©Copyright December 25, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Blossoming in the dark
Woman you speak
You generate an impulse
A magnificent ratio of results
I see you like black
Yes, the clothes that you wear
Drape from your neck
Straight down your back
Even your jeans bite with a fit
In the light and in the dark
I see you like black
So graceful when you walk
So lingual your clothes talk
So charming when you smile
Compliments definitely to keep on file
You look so good in black
O! my, O! my
©Copyright December 25, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Well you would be singing "Lady in black" instead of "Lady in Red" :)
The Old Man
I was sitting by the window, on a cold, September day
When an old man I'd seen before glanced up my way
His eyes were sad and lonely, he had a look that was rare,
And he motioned to me to come and join him downstairs.
I pondered only a moment, then turned to lock the door,
Doing something I knew I shouldn't, but which I'd be thankful for.
As I opened the door a tear of joy came to the old man's eyes,
He reached out to take my hand and called me a blessing in disguise.
He said, " I know you don't know me, but I've seen you sitting there before,
You know, even an old man needs a friend sometimes." and for awhile, said no more.
I looked over to see the old man crying, as we sat in a city so grand,
Slowly he turned to look at me and wiped his tears on his hand.
He said, "My name is Jim, I've no friends, nor family.
They've all gone from the world, and left only me.
Once, awhile back, I had a wife, a son and a daughter, too
She was sweet and gentle, reminds me a lot of you."
He said, "I've been hangin' in too long, suppose it's past time for me to die."
He squeezed my hand ever so gently and again started to cry.
"I wish you'd take some advice," he said, "From a man who is old and wise."
And the words he said I'll always remember, told to me through cloudy eyes.
"Never stay where you're not wanted, or where you know it's wrong
Find a home and family, to them you'll always belong."
With this he rose to take his leave and I said goodbye to Jim,
I was glad of the few moments spent together and knew I'd never forget him.
A few days later in the paper I saw an old man had died,
Cold and alone, on a park bench, and I hung my head and cried.
They were looking for someone to identify him, I guess some kind of kin,
All they had to go on was an I.D. bracelet that read "Jim".
Time and time again, his words have returned to my mind,
As I think of the old man with no place to go and no one for him to find.
"Never stay where you're not wanted, or where you know it's wrong
Find a home and family, to them you'll always belong."
When an old man I'd seen before glanced up my way
His eyes were sad and lonely, he had a look that was rare,
And he motioned to me to come and join him downstairs.
I pondered only a moment, then turned to lock the door,
Doing something I knew I shouldn't, but which I'd be thankful for.
As I opened the door a tear of joy came to the old man's eyes,
He reached out to take my hand and called me a blessing in disguise.
He said, " I know you don't know me, but I've seen you sitting there before,
You know, even an old man needs a friend sometimes." and for awhile, said no more.
I looked over to see the old man crying, as we sat in a city so grand,
Slowly he turned to look at me and wiped his tears on his hand.
He said, "My name is Jim, I've no friends, nor family.
They've all gone from the world, and left only me.
Once, awhile back, I had a wife, a son and a daughter, too
She was sweet and gentle, reminds me a lot of you."
He said, "I've been hangin' in too long, suppose it's past time for me to die."
He squeezed my hand ever so gently and again started to cry.
"I wish you'd take some advice," he said, "From a man who is old and wise."
And the words he said I'll always remember, told to me through cloudy eyes.
"Never stay where you're not wanted, or where you know it's wrong
Find a home and family, to them you'll always belong."
With this he rose to take his leave and I said goodbye to Jim,
I was glad of the few moments spent together and knew I'd never forget him.
A few days later in the paper I saw an old man had died,
Cold and alone, on a park bench, and I hung my head and cried.
They were looking for someone to identify him, I guess some kind of kin,
All they had to go on was an I.D. bracelet that read "Jim".
Time and time again, his words have returned to my mind,
As I think of the old man with no place to go and no one for him to find.
"Never stay where you're not wanted, or where you know it's wrong
Find a home and family, to them you'll always belong."
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Shortly after I first left home, (many, many moons ago lol), I was livig in Montreal in a little apartment, in an old house, on the 2nd floor, with the kitchen table set in bay windows overlooking a park. I spent a lot of time sitting at that table and this poem is a true story. It was almost 6 months later that I wrote it, and I actually had it published in one of the Eastern Townships Newspapers.In Memory of Sandy Hook School
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me, and I am not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know starts you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready, in Heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind all those that I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life I'd always thought I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realize that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through Heaven's Gate I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me from His great golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.
Author Unknown
When tomorrow starts without me, and I am not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know starts you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready, in Heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind all those that I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life I'd always thought I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realize that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through Heaven's Gate I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me from His great golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.
Author Unknown
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Shortly after I lost Momma I was online going through poetry pages and I came across this. The poem itself is amazing but it was the picture behind it. It could have been the farm I grew up on ... the lake, the little island everything was perfect. Shivers went up and down my spine and I knew Momma was still with me. I have kept a copy of this with me ever since and shared it with many who have have needed it.Merry Christmas Momma
If I could bring you back for just one day
Oh, Momma, how good it would be
To rest my head upon your lap
And feel your arms 'round me
If I could bring you back for just one day
During this time of peace on earth
I would sit you in a chair made for a queen
So that I could show you your worth
No kitchen for you this year Momma
No slaving over a hot wood stove
Sit down and put your feet up
Relax and take off that heavy load
No, we never really showed you
How much we loved all you did
How special you made Christmas for us
But then, we were just kids
And so this year, here's your coffee
I so hope I made it just right
Let me get you your slippers, Momma
So that you can relax this night
But most of all dear Momma
If I could just have you here
I'd whisper to you gently
"I love and miss you, dear"
Oh, Momma, how good it would be
To rest my head upon your lap
And feel your arms 'round me
If I could bring you back for just one day
During this time of peace on earth
I would sit you in a chair made for a queen
So that I could show you your worth
No kitchen for you this year Momma
No slaving over a hot wood stove
Sit down and put your feet up
Relax and take off that heavy load
No, we never really showed you
How much we loved all you did
How special you made Christmas for us
But then, we were just kids
And so this year, here's your coffee
I so hope I made it just right
Let me get you your slippers, Momma
So that you can relax this night
But most of all dear Momma
If I could just have you here
I'd whisper to you gently
"I love and miss you, dear"
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
One very lonely day during the holidays the first year without either of my parents I found myself writing this and one for Daddy. A little sappy - what can I say :)
The room
The chill of the cold bare room
A bench for a bed
No blanket to keep me warm
I try to rest my tired head
the darkness from the world outside through the double square pained glass
The ever lasting night
Cold the room is the constant glare of the light shining bright
Voisces I hear the shouting get me out of here
The slamming of the steel door
The constant chill the basic toilet calling to me to wee in in the thought of some ome glarein watching me starin the feeling of neglect the dirt on the walls the graffiti left by the others that have been within the room before the hatch opens a face appears
Are you allright go to sleep you have along night
The endless chill of the night air
This endless room i can not bare the pain the solitude the isolation for am the only one in the room
Locked away with out the key
Waiting for the morning to come so I can be free and have some fun
A bench for a bed
No blanket to keep me warm
I try to rest my tired head
the darkness from the world outside through the double square pained glass
The ever lasting night
Cold the room is the constant glare of the light shining bright
Voisces I hear the shouting get me out of here
The slamming of the steel door
The constant chill the basic toilet calling to me to wee in in the thought of some ome glarein watching me starin the feeling of neglect the dirt on the walls the graffiti left by the others that have been within the room before the hatch opens a face appears
Are you allright go to sleep you have along night
The endless chill of the night air
This endless room i can not bare the pain the solitude the isolation for am the only one in the room
Locked away with out the key
Waiting for the morning to come so I can be free and have some fun
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
the tormented mindwhat is love
What is love
When your heart misses a beat
Your eyes open wide
Your legs tremble with desire
To be near but so from her glare
You look but dare not stare
You turn away when she looks at you, she smiles
your legs tremble with desire
With sweating palms and feeling faint
You dare not look away
To hold her smile her longing gaze to be near you dare not look away.
When your heart misses a beat
Your eyes open wide
Your legs tremble with desire
To be near but so from her glare
You look but dare not stare
You turn away when she looks at you, she smiles
your legs tremble with desire
With sweating palms and feeling faint
You dare not look away
To hold her smile her longing gaze to be near you dare not look away.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
How you express the desire for love
ah to feel a hold of a love
ah to feel a hold of a love,
how long ago this may be..
She died so so long ago,
haste not to date sence,
or let i get hurt by death of two.
Ah to feel a hold of a love,
would be lovely,
would be awsome,
but, must i take a risk?
Must i loose yet another child,
and possible wife?
Ah there in deed lies the quetion,
in my life...
how long ago this may be..
She died so so long ago,
haste not to date sence,
or let i get hurt by death of two.
Ah to feel a hold of a love,
would be lovely,
would be awsome,
but, must i take a risk?
Must i loose yet another child,
and possible wife?
Ah there in deed lies the quetion,
in my life...
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
for nickolie and child lost june 4 1994TRIBUTE TO A DYING FRIEND
Attended a funeral today of a friend,
A memorable character right to the end.
Can't imagine him not being 'round any more,
It's hard to believe he'll not be at my door.
I heard at the funeral a story so true
Of an old naval buddy who came to pay due
Who slept on the floor 'side the hospital bed
Until his friend finally was pronounced dead.
The depth of his loyalty just ran so deep
A beautiful tribute forever we'll keep.
R.I.P. Alan
A memorable character right to the end.
Can't imagine him not being 'round any more,
It's hard to believe he'll not be at my door.
I heard at the funeral a story so true
Of an old naval buddy who came to pay due
Who slept on the floor 'side the hospital bed
Until his friend finally was pronounced dead.
The depth of his loyalty just ran so deep
A beautiful tribute forever we'll keep.
R.I.P. Alan
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Posted: Nov 2012
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