Posts tagged ‘sacrifice’

November 11, 2018

Sacrifice

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Tucked into a corner of the woods
a handful of graves gleam

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July 4, 2018

CELEBRATION AND REMEMBERING

by thereluctantpoet

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Fourth Of July
Is A Special Day
A Day Of Celebration
And Remembering

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November 11, 2017

A TRIBUTE TO OUR PROTECTORS

by thereluctantpoet

(THEY DID WHAT THEY HAD TO DO)
By Charles Robert Lindholm

We watch them from the sidelines
we call them and they come
they see the risks and dangers
yet towards them they will run 

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September 27, 2016

The Cost of Love

by 50djohnson

As I’ve gotten older and have begun to lose the ones I held dear, it makes me search for reasons why we make the decisions we do? What motivates us to love? What motivates us to sacrifice our time for someone else? What motivates us to reach out and do what’s right and good,and others to chose to give pain and hate? I share a few of the ideas about which I’ve been thinking. What is the cost of love?

How long has it been since you talked to your Mom or just picked up the phone?

How many times have I reached for the phone and remembered she’s no longer home?

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August 1, 2013

The Minotaur

by Katie Simpson

Do you rise or fall?
I have no sense of
direction inside your
maze, no certainty if
you will find what
you yearn. In the
darkness of winding
halls, do you chase
the minotaur? Does
your blood call
for his head or
do your ears crave
the public’s
accolades? Bring
the world this fierce
but desolate head:
the sounds of victory
will flee with the
wind, the world savors
only the freshest tribute.

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May 13, 2013

Nocturnal plight

by Shashi Moore
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Nocturnal Plight

As dusk awakes the objects take shape

From vague outline to detailed vivid beings

Nocturnal sight alight peer at crawling delights

Mice, rats or even chicks that come in sight

My eyes wide open, I perch on the birch

Tis different tonight, I have no meal or bite

Ninety nights and nine in row I waited to

Dine with Gale, my blind date.

Scuffle and ruffle a sound too familiar

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