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Twenty One Guns

Mike Laures — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:45:53 +0000

TWENTY ONE GUNS

the other day it occured to me

its a terrible price for liberty.

its the soldiers who died without a fear..

leaving their families to shed all the tears.

the family that stands at the burial site

the loved one they bury in the day’s fading light.

carried home by brothers whose spirits now sag

they carry that coffin…draped with a flag.

One last tribute for the freedoms he’s won

the playing of taps and twentyone guns.

they know it can happen and there may come a day..

the ultimate price for freedom…they’re willing to pay.

defending our freedoms…these brothers in arms

they come from the cities and come from the farms.

their vision is blurred and eyes full of tears

dying too young but wise for their years.

dont be sad for them..instead raise your voice

they knew of the cost and still made the choice.

one last tribute for the freedoms they’ve won

the playing of taps and twentyone guns.

a crisp salute to family at the end of their life

the presenting of a flag to a mother or wife.

the sounds of the mourners sobbing and standing around

they are given their final peace and placed in the ground.

one more hero sent up at the end of this day

cometh the angels to take him away.

they died with dignity…they did not die in vain,

i hope you understand..let me explain.

ONE FINAL TRIBUTE FOR THE FREEDOMS THEY’VE WON

THE PLAYING OF TAPS AND TWENTY ONE GUNS.

Mike Laures-2007

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I Used to be a Daddy Once

Mike Laures — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:45:51 +0000

I USED TO BE A DADDY ONCE

My sons were born some years ago…

they swelled my pride and filled my soul

now their mother hates me…this I know

I used to be a daddy once…

They are smart and they are strong

I hope they understand that I was wrong

the name I’ve shamed…they carry on…

I used to be a daddy once…

Because of lust…I’ve a broken home

my heart is pained…I’m sooo alone

I cling to hope and clutch the phone…

I used to be a daddy once…

So listen fathers to my words so blue..

to your wife…your love be true…

dont let my story happen to you…

I used to be a daddy once…

to the one who nursed my joys…

my perfect kids…my loving boys..

who unknowingly killed me with feindish ploys…

I used to be a daddy once…

So hug your kids and hug them tight

thank your maker you’re there tonite

but because of anger…I lost that right…

I used to be a daddy once…

Now if only I could reverse the clock…

I’d be a better man…on this take stock

into sunsets with my kids …I would walk…

I used to be a daddy once….

So listen now and listen well….

forgive me mother…I’m here in hell

so learn this story..these words do tell…

I used to be a daddy once…

To be with my boys…hear me mother…

I’d be a good dad…a faithful lover..

to be true to my family…to want no other…

Just to be their daddy once…

I know my faults..please understand..

My spirit was weak..I’m just a man

to be with my boys…is my greatest plan…

Let me be their daddy once…

I cling to hope…I clutch at straws

I know my rights…I hate the laws..

so hear me now…please take pause…

I used to be their daddy once….

this is my story…of my wounded pride…

I’ve exposed my fear…it will not hide..

I was wrong…there is no side….

I used to be their daddy once…

Mike Laures – 2007

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The Slate

Mike Laures — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:45:50 +0000

The Slate

A sorry young man seeking advice
stopped for answers at a house of christ.
No..god doesnt see me anymore
frozen in fear …his hand on the door.

He turned on his heel and started walking away
the pastor stopped him and to him did say
” dont be afraid brother…in faith you can depend”
God has your answer and he is your friend.

The pastor I followed into this place
hoping for answers, seeking his grace.
he lead me to the back and offered a seat
your answers are here son…what do you seek?

“Pastor” I told him, ” I no longer believe”
“No worries my son, Faith can still be achieved”
“Does god still see me? Am i still loved?”
” Your father still loves you…believe in above”

“My life is so empty…I feel alone”
“God is the way…the path will be shown”
“Can this be true…can this be right?”
“Believe in our father…look to his light”

I fell to my knees and started to pray,
Looking for the answers to show me the way…
“God please forgive me, My faith it was shaken”
“Set me on the right way…on this path i have taken”

Now i am waiting…the results of my fate…
The lord whispered back..” You are forgiven…I’ve wiped clean your slate.”
I started to sob…I started to cry.
The lord has forgiven me and I still dont know why.

He whispered again ” Dont fear son ,I know you are lost”
“But to save you my child, my son died on a cross.”
Thank you my lord…for healing my soul,
My spirit was empty, my heart took the toll.

Gone now are all of my sorrows of late…
“My son you are welcome…I wiped clean your slate.”

Mike Laures…2007

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The Pink Ribbon

Mike Laures — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:45:49 +0000

THE PINK RIBBON

I’m here in a hospital , ignoring the pain

they are starting my chemo, sticking my vein.

For a while I’ll get sicker, it hardly seems fair,

I’ll end up a lot thinner while losing my hair.

I’m beating this disease thats hiding inside

I’m going to live where others have died.

Of the shackles of sickness, I’ll surely break free,

I’m going to beat cancer, cancer will not beat me.

At treatment I’ve noticed, theres others around

the others with cancer whos spirits are bound.

to beat this sickness, theres one simple must,

In god put faith, in medicine put trust.

I keep going back…week after week

my body is weary…I’m unable to speak

the doctors bring good news…of the things they have found

the cancer is shrinking, chemo’s beating it down.

its been over a year…of cancer I’m free

I’ve beaten the cancer, cancer did not beat me!

Now I’m much better this you can attest,

I wear a pink ribbon proudly here on my chest..

Mike Laures…2007

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My Personal Prayer Poem

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 15:59:47 +0000

Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
that you open my eyes
so that I may see
the righteous path
thou has set for me.
Heal my heart
and mend my soul.
Help me to play
my servant role.

Lord Jesus Christ,
let me feel
thy precious, holy spirit
from head to heel.
Lead me through the paths
of which I may go.
Please, Lord, you lead the way
so that I may follow.

Lord Jesus Christ,
send blessings from above,
and send peace through my household
by sending the holy dove.
Guide me through this world
and keep sin from me away,
so I may better serve you
through each and everyday.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I ask you once again
to forgive me for my sins
ans deliver me from pain.
I love you,God, my father,
and still can’t understand why
that you took the place of THIS sinner
and bore the cross to die.

Lord Jesus Christ,
help me to understand
that I am here for a reason
and that’s why you made me who I am.
Chastise me, Oh loving God,
when you feel the time is right,
and when I’ve lost my way back home
shine me a heavenly light.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
to search my heart thoroughly
as I give you the key.
I end this prayer with love
and tears streaming down my face.
Lord, thank you for the cross,
and your sweet Amazing Grace.

Amen.

Written by: Miranda Patterson (A.K.A Heart 4 Poetry)
December 30,2009.

Author Notes: These are my true feelings about my Lord God and Saviour, and if you have not met him yet, now is the right time. Call upon his name and he shall surley answer thee. Although I am in my teenage years, I know that what I feel is real and you can feel it too if you just Call upon his name.
God Bless you!

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why do we ponder

Lou in texas — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 19:23:12 +0000

Why do we ponder for things unknown? why do we worry of people that are gone,witches and warlocks and psychic’s galore think they have answer’s but still are unsure.
if your heart seek’s answer’s and your mind’s eye is mess, think in your own spirit for things you request.
seek not of other’s for answer’s too thine on path for only you can evolve from the life of your past,
each time to become stuck with worry and fate, remember that you alone can open the next gate.
life is full of constant trials and things unknown in time you shall move past what you are unsure give life a moment to settle it’s dust and look inside your own spirit to find what you trust.
do not pay other’s or seek there advice for your path is seperate of others you pass even though we walk the same ground and earth as we go never lose faith that your road is no more,you shall perservere in this world i know with love. worry’s and kindness and trouble’s galore. peace be in your heart always with care peace be mine to all the world to share.

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When It’s Time

Chyenne — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:30:46 +0000

I hear a heartfelt sob deep within my soul,
It touches me in such a way, yet for why I don’t really know
I pondered on the reason why this sound has come to me
As I think of all that had past and worry of what is to be
My mother the earth weeps for all that has been done
She sees all her children’s fate, past, present and beyond
I ask the Great Spirit how can one single soul stop all that has been done
He smiles His light on me and says, my child you have only just begun
Your words are read by many who also seek the answer to the question WHY
You carry the wisdom and heart of all your people who now dwell in the sky
The sobs you hear are your very own
For all those who now have gone
Gone from this world but they memory and spirit live on
Deep in your heart or hearts you know they are always near
Look in your soul my child and that’s where I am
Close beside you holding your hand
You still have much to do my child for it still is not the time
But know when your time does come, we will walk together with your hand in
mine

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Oh My Children

Chyenne — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:25:39 +0000

Oh my children can’t you see what you have done
When will you see the path you are on will destroy everyone
Have you closed your eyes to all around you
Do you not see that we will loose not only the past and present but the future too
The earth cries out to me with all the suffering and destruction you have done
I feel the pain and anguish and still the cries go on
The lakes and rivers and mountains weep at the loss
You say it’s done in the name of progress but my children look at the cost
I beg you all to step back and change the path you are on
Save all of my children before all are gone
Walk on the ground I gave to all of you
Feel the scent, sound, and spirit of all living things around you
Change the course the world is headed for
Make a stand and make the suffering and destruction be no more
Like a loving mother I will always be here to help you
Look deep in your heart and know that all I say is true
Save all my children from the suffering and pain
Bring back harmony and peace to the world again

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ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO

PrairiePoems — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:13:02 +0000

One night we sang an old war song,
About the “BOYS IN BLUE”-
The song was sung by “BOYS IN GRAY”
They seemed to like it too!

We saw again the river flow,
WHERE THE LINCOLN GUNBOATS LAY!
WE HEARD THE DRUMS THAT LED THE BOYS
FROM ‘LANTA TO THE BAY.

We saw Old Lincoln, on his knees,
All quiet like….to pray…..
THAT THEY COULD CUT ACROSS THE SOUTH-
A THOUSAND MILES AWAY!

Old Lincoln was so much like me-
I know his spirit cried,
For all the sarrows in this world-
And……the young BOYS that died!

WE HEARD AGAIN, THE ROLLING DRUM-
We heard the Bugal BLOW-
Tho all these VISIONS, drifted by
ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO!

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why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

PrairiePoems — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 19:36:10 +0000

OH WHY SHOULD THE “SPIRIT” OF MORTAL BE PROUD? Like the sigh of the West Wind- The song of the rain….. The GOLD of the Sunset, that fades into gray, WE MUST LEAVE ALL THIS WORLD LIKE A SHADOW,…..SOME DAY! This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at why should the spirit [...]

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