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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Of love and of glory
I'll tell you a story
of love and of glory
turn back the pages
and go back in time
There was a young girl
in love with a soldier
who went off to war
in the year thirty nine
They grew up together
their love was forever
she had a picture
of him with a smile
They went to the station
on his embarcation
she gave him a locket
of hair in a charm
He told her he loved her
the train pulled out slowly
a fleeting kiss
left on the lips as she ran
On reaching his line
in the year thirty nine
he settled down
with his brothers they say
And at times of rest
wrote his sweetheart a letter
on small scraps of paper
he found on his way
She read the descriptions
of his deep affection
reading each line
with a tear in her heart
And dreamt of the day
when he'd come home to stay
fearing distance and absence
would tear them apart
She would reply
with a poem of skies
and of love and of stars
and her feelings of hurt
With tender endeavour
each word he would savour
and wrap round the locket
he kept in his shirt
In the year forty two
as if out of the blue
missing in action
the telegram said
In anguish and sorrow
and hate for tomorrow
grieved and demented
she wished she were dead
For months she stopped living
she had no more giving
her sweetheart's worn pages
read time after time
Her family consoled her
she cried on their shoulder
but nothing could make her
step out of his time
One day without warning
a soldier came calling
he gave her a locket
from a friend overseas
Who was held in a prison
till fighting had ended
but would now like to meet her
at the end of the street.
Charles M. Moore
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Only if
Only if, I wish
Only if, I could
Only if, I wondered
Only if, I would
Only if, I puzzled
Only if, I knew
Only if, It's possible
Only if, It's true.
Charles M. Moore
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Out of my time
It's just a history I tell
of what and where so far
for I have seen the dawn of time
and I lived on the star
beyond the place that's known as earth
before the moon that shines
I have walked the centuries
yet feel out of my time
I was there when men were bare
I gave them heart and soul
I adopted five of them
who through the nations roamed
each one was a shaman
they taught the use of mind
the man today is what they gave
they were out of my time
Philosophy and poetry
the questions still remain
religious magic formed from art
destiny sustained
you only had to follow
the path was there to find
but greed the monster I had slain
put you out of my time
The future's there, it's always been
you only have to choose
go back to where you should have been
you don't have time to lose
your fathers knew the secret
you don't have to be blind
your mothers won't forgive you
if you're out of my time
The beauty lies before you
you will see it on the morn
it whispers high above you
when you receive the dawn
open up your heart and mind
the wisdom will unfold
then you'll be out of my time
you will be reborn.
Charles M. Moore
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Plastic
Plastic people
Plastic thoughts
Plastic tales
Plastic plots
Plastic lives
Plastic thrills
Living in a plastic world.
Charles M. Moore
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