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This poem is the results of"If you ever see me getting my hopes up or starting to trust another woman, you have my permission to blow my brains out; I clearly am not using them."I caught myself hoping today, as I thought of youand thought what a stupid, foolish thing for me to do.One as lovely as yourself and by so many wantedwill never notice me, but still the thought me haunted.Why should you ever want me, for my good is hiddenand many years on this sold pinning world I've ridden.By this time I should be wise enough to surely knowthat it is alone through it, I am doomed to always goyet from somewhere deep inside me this hope growsand will lead me to pain again, heaven surely knows.Why can I not stop myself from having this dreamI am my own worse enemy it does sometimes seem.Just a reminder that we never know how deeply we may be affecting the life of another.

The morning sun reveals her beauty there for me to seeA Rose whose magnificence surpassed could never be.Behold her beads of moisture as they twinkle in the lightevidence left from how she spent this cool summer nightthe way her petals give way to even my slightest touchthier smooth softness is very seductive, but not too muchHer fragrance greets my nose with an intoxicating smellthat of this love of mine for her, a story it seems to tellas my tongue penetrates those pedals and goes deepseeking her sweet nectar she gladly offers for me to keepI am forever thankful that nature and bit of luck, I supposegave a butterfly like me the fortune to find this precious rose.Giving me nectar as in symbiosis we fill each others' needsand I in turn pollinate her so she can bear her futures seeds.

Each time we go to work, we give up precious time with those that we love; it is the sad sacrifice that we must make to earn a living. Now what if that time, instead of being 8 to 12 hours was in months? Precious moments missed that could never be replaced. The birth of your child, their first words, baseball games, or school plays, to say nothing of the hugs and kisses that you do not get to share each day; that length of time away from the mate that you love so much, unable to look into their eyes, feel their hand of support, or warm embrace. This is the very least a soldier is asked to sacrifice to defend this great country. At times some give up years at a time, even their very lives in that calling and take on memories of events and deaths that will haunt them to their deathbed. This day, this one day, is set aside in memory of those who made that sacrifice of not only time, but the very life that they had for each and every one of us. How can we do less than to be appreciative of that sacrifice and respectful of the love and commitment it took to make it. I for one, wish to thank all who serve and have served along side me or in some other place, for that love and commitment. Thank you.A Poem I wrote a little bit ago that expresses the the sacrifice of many a young soldier.Mourn not for me this task that I set myself to doIt is just an expression of the love I have for youI take my self into battle and know that I may diewhen I am gone I heartedly beg you do not cryIt is I who volunteered to give my life as a Marineso that you could live your life as you have beenI will die with honor, the same way that I did liveBut it is not for honor that my one life I shall giveIt is a duty of the heart for those that I love soyou my fellow countrymen are why I freely go.So do not shed a tear for me when I am deadbut pay due respect to those left in my stead.

The sacrifice a soldier makes is not only his perhaps his life, but also the time away from family, the family pays this price as well; so let us remember all who have suffered to give us freedom.They were throwing me a party with cake and ice creamwith all of the trimmings of which any kid could dream,a lot of people bringing gifts that were just for me.I was almost as happy as a person could beI was turning six years old and quite a scrapping ladand everyone was there that day, well except for Dad.I signed up for little league and thought it would be fun.I loved to hear the people cheer when I hit a run,went all the way to the finals and I got to play.I hit the winning run for the team upon that day,they all called me a champion and I was very gladeveryone was there that day, well except for Dad.When I graduated high school and got my degree,they were all as proud of me as they could ever be.All sit in that blazing sun and listened for my name,knowing that after this my life would not be the same.Some thought it was such a good thing, others found it sadand everyone was there that day, well except for Dad.I can not hold it against him the times he went away.He told me once it was the price that he just had to pay.I know he would love to have been there and all those thing seen,but he had his duties as a United States Marine.Be very thankful for the liberty that have you had,for people do pay for it daily, just like my Dad.I understand the life he chose and I follow it tooI now take his place in ranks and do what he use to do,along with so many others who miss so many thingsto make sure that you are safe and freedom's bell always rings.I proudly do my duty but admit it makes me sadto know my boy's at home with everyone but Dad.

A poem that I wrote a while back, but am posting for this Holiday.A SoldierA soldier fights, a soldier dies ....a family mourns, a widow cries....some will praise what he bravely did....and honor the memory of this valiant kid....some will say,"oh what a shame"....and within the week forget his name....some will say its all for naught....not thinking of what his life bought....some will spit upon his grave....and criticize the life he gave....but he chose this path,not on a whim....he fought and died for all of them....To those that at funerals do protest....saying that all soldiers they detest....You may curse at those that mourn the loss....in the name of him upon the cross....he that re-attached a soldiers ear....he did not curse, he did not jeer....you say you know how he would feel...that he would hurt instead of heal....I think that only time will tell....and surely you will burn in hell....for if you think the Lord's that way....a heavy price you'll eternally pay....and as that soldier watches from above....his aching heart still filled with love....then you'll know and you will see....that he did it all for you and me... .

The morning poem, sort of a story type one to start the weekend and while you enjoy the holiday, please remember those who gave and give their time with their families, their blood, sweat and tears, even their lives; so that you can live in peace.Picking up the receiver I give a courteous"Hello""I need you dear." says a voice that I well know.Struggling hard to find the exact words to say"Given time it too will pass and you will be okay."" I do not think so for you haunt even my dreamsand are my every thought these days it seems.""There will be another enchanted by your faceand he shall soon these thoughts of yours replace.Just get some sleep and please, do take care."" I hate it at night knowing that you are over there,the distance is so small yet feels so very long.""You will be okay, you just have to be strong.""I love the sound of your voice and all you say,how you make me feel and that calming way.I could stay and talk to you all night through.""That is something that we should never do,besides I really must be going as you know.""I know, I know, I just wanted to hear your voice.""Be safe" I hung up the phone having no choice."And I will be in love with you" I said"my life through""and wish with all my heart, you could have been true."

Passion speaks of need and tenderness of desire,both can surely fan the spark of love into a raging fire.It seems they are needed for a relationship to last,for one without both will become a thing of the past.Sometimes when I see you a feeling come over meand I wish to ravage you like the animal that we bebut other times I want to just hold you in my armskeep you warm and safe from all of life's harms.To make sensual love to you and seduce so tenderlyto receive your gifts and give all that is a part of me.I seem to need to want you and want to need you so,sometimes the two are one like us, so it that I know;we can survive the ages as one made of two partswith passion and tenderness in our loving hearts.

Poem of the day is an attempt at something new, have done it only once before--a mono-rhyme.I sit alone within my cavern, one so very dark and deepso far back within it, that there no light can ever creep.It is there that I exist in agony as away my life I weep,nevermore to laugh or smile, impossible to even sleep.The results of loving someone who off my feet did sweepbut they were untrue to me, so such love you can keep.If I had the strength to climb, from a cliff I would leap,a disgraceful way to end it, so shameful and so cheap,devoid of hope and strength, I lie here in a sobbing heap,cursing myself for believing, crying, and not another peep.So here in my cavern, tears mix with the waters that seepand silently I pray that my soul death will come to reap.

Nature makes such beautiful things that it can stir the heartbut everything seems so pale and dead each time we're apart.Life seems lose it's meaning whenever you are not right here,you are my muse, my inspiration, motivation,in all I do, my dear.I live only for that time when together we will be once againyour company soothes my lonely heart and cancels the pain.So hurry back, my dearest love, and save me from this sorrowand we shall laugh and love time away for every new tomorrow.

I wrote a sweet poem of my burning love and sent itso much time waiting for a reply, in loneliness I spent it.This unrequited love I had for her did indeed hurt me so,from this I learned it is bad to let your true feeling show.I had a lady that did once say that she could only love meand knowing that dream came true, was as happy as can bebut that knowledge, like she, herself turned out to be untrueand from this agonizing I learned that it is wrong to trust too.Other women over time trained me to do the things I doand each of them left alone this broken man before you.They say they like confidence, but then they rip it to a shredleaving nothing but self doubt and awful pain to fill your headsay they love who you are and then set out to change youI wonder was it just a fantasy of theirs to which they are true?Wishing only to find one good man with a kind loving heartthen they run off with some bad boy and tear it all apart.I am not the man you seek, he upon the cross was burnedby the lessons that from your sisters he painfully learned.