I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Heros

In the distance a horn blows in the night and a solder heeds its call

He says good bye to all his loved ones and all hell leave behind

As he walks out the door he looks back once more understanding it might be his last

Then he gets in the truck with several other men all silent and all bowing there head

For each solder is proud but are scared of what they’ll face

But all will fight for it is freedom they chase.

Liera Bloodheart


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