Family of War

Every morning I awake I fall to my knees and pray.
God, please make the war in Iraq come to end.
There are too many fathers and sons come home
in pine boxes. There are too many mothers and daughters
doing the same. Leaving behind fathers and sons mothers
and daughter with a last memory of them waving goodbye.
There is too much blood and tears of fathers and sons mothers
and daughters being shed all in the name of peace.
God please let our leaders see how many families are dying
and that war can never bring peace. Only love can.
This prayer is my gun and God you’re the bullet I’m shooting
to end this Family of War.

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The Chair Don't make the Man

People see me in this chair and whisper look at that poor man over there. They believe my life is wasted all because I’m in this chair. Well I got some to say that I want you all to hear. Just like clothes don’t really make a man neither does a chair. The chair is just what I use to get me for here to there. Just like people who walk use their legs to get them everywhere. Because besides the chair I’m just like you; I laugh, I cry and yes I have sex too. Now that you all know the next time you see me don’t whisper look at that poor man over there. In fact don’t say anything just remember the chair don’t make the man.

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Julie's Unconnected

She sits in a daze.
Out into space she stares.
Julie’s unconnected.

She was not always this way.
She was once full of life, and joy.
But now a days Julie’s unconnected.

I wish I knew what happened to my friend.
I wish I knew why the light in her eyes that once
shined so bright is now so dim.
I wish I knew why Julie’s unconnected.

The doctors have no real answers.
So they just fill her up with pills.
They say that she’ll one day connect again.
I hope they’re right because I miss Julie’s light.
Well, I’ll sit with her and talk to her until she comes
back. Because that’s what a real friend does.
Julie’s unconnected.

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Never Found the Words

When you two asked me to write a poem for you wedding I felt so honored. But now on this your wedding I must apologize for not writing your poem, I never found the words.

I never found the words
that could describe the love you see for one another
when you gaze into each others eyes.

I never found the words
that would truly embraces the warmth you feel
when you’re holding one another in your arms.

I never found the words
that would magnify the passion
of your kisses.

So once again I do apologize.
But you two must understand
when it comes to your love for one another
there is no words, and that is why I
never found the words.

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I Need You

This Poem was written by Tatyna Kramarchuk

As I sit here listening to the song called I Need You
Baby, it lets me know that I need you
I need you to hold me tight
I need you next to me day and nights
I need your kiss and hugs to make my day better
I need you to make love to me all night
I need you say I’m beautiful when I cry and
kiss my forehead and say everything would be all right
I need you to tell me you will never leave my side
I need you to tell me I’m the only one
I need you to be my hero for the night
I need you to lie next to me and tell me sweet
nothing in my ear to make my worries to disappear
This why I need you

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I'm Innocent

She says I raped her but I'm innocent.
We were on a date;
She invited me back to her place.
We hugged and kissed for awhile;
I told a joke that made her smile.
Then we kissed a little more
and my nature started to grow.
So I begin to lay her down;
and feel my hands all around.
I saw that her nipples were getting hard;
so I figured it was time for me to spread her legs apart.
Her lips said no but the rest of her said yes;
so I proceed on my quest.
Now when I finished because she was wet I knew she was satisfied.
So I don't understand why she lied.
She accused me a rape.
I'm innocent we were on a date.
I'm innocent?
I'm innocent?
Aren't I?

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Replace You

I know you are afraid that I may one day find someone who could give me more than you.

But be not afraid my love there is nothing anyone could offer me that would replace you.

Someone could offer me the hope diamond but its’ sparkle could never replace the sparkle that you put in my eyes.

Some could even offer all the gold in Fort Knox but its’ value could never replace the value you put in me.

Now, someone could perhaps offer me the world and my answer to them would be no thanks because I have the world already because I have you.

So rest your mind my love from worry because there is nothing or no one that could ever replace you.

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Not Ready to Say Goodbye

As sit here staring at your picture I can’t believe you are gone.
I only knew you from this photograph but I loved you just the same.
I know I should put the picture away and move on with my life,
but I’m not ready to say goodbye.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to your beautiful angelic face.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to the hope you brought to my life.
In God’s plan he only gave you two hours of life on this earth.
My faith allows me to believe He had a very good reason for that.
But even with my belief in God’s plan I’m still not ready to say goodbye.

I dedicate this poem in loving memory of my little niece Isabel Imani Smith.

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Good Old Days

I remember the good old days.
The days when a black man such as myself could not even look at a white woman. Remember what happen to Emmett Till because he did.

Yeah the good old days
When a hard working woman named Rosa Parks got arrested
Just because she refused to get up and give a white man her seat.

The good old days
was when a group of men could burn down a of place worship
And kill four little black girls.

The good old days
When a man like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
got killed only because he had a dream.

I often hear people saying I miss the good old days.
But from my perspective those good old days
was not that good after all! !

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So

The other day on the fifth Anniversary of our invasion of Iraq our Vice President Chaney said so when he was told that 75% of us the American people believe that the war in Iraq is a mistake. So what if we never found weapons of mass destruction. So what if we never know whether Bin Laden is dead or alive. So what if Hussein is dead but nothing really has change. So what if we are now looked at as the terrorist in this so called war on terrorism. So what if we have sent more American to their death then the 9/11 attacks ever did. None of this matter at all says our Vice President. We must stay in Iraq until we win. But there is nothing to win. So!

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