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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Tender
Tender is the heart that keeps you warm all through the night
tender is the love that cares for you and treats you right
tender is the hope that eases pain and sets you free
tender is the tenderness that love's you tenderly
Tender is emotion, tender is so true
Tender is a feeling, tenders feeling too
Tender is a moment, tender is a prayer
Tender are the people, tender everywhere
Tender is the hand that touches you and wipes a tear
tender is the moment, tender is the fear
tender are the eyes that look at you and whisper love
tenderness beneath you, tenderness above,
tender is the mother who is cradling her child
tender are the parents who stop you running wild
tender is the sunshine, tender is the rain
tender is the freedom from the things that cause you pain.
Charles M. Moore
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The Atlantic Queen
The Atlantic Queen
the best they'd seen
set sail upon the tide
she sailed from Portsmouth harbour
her mains agape and wide
and keen her crew
for none refused
to put foot on her deck
a tarry lot of mariners
young jacks and leathernecks
And ho to sea
they put the Queen
her belly trinket full
to pillage kings of southern seas
and undermine their rule
so there she waves the union brave
a skipping out of sight
beyond the coast into the wave
till sundown meets the night
Then morning woke the tarry lot
and morning came again
eight more would pass
untill the last
of Queen and tarry men
And on that fateful morning
just ten days from the shore
the crew worked as they'd always done
oblivious to the core
then somthing changed their mind and mood
a pinkish kind of haze
it covered all on board the ship
its heat a firery rage
And as the heat grew tenser
it scorched their eyes and scalp
it set fire to masts and sails
refusing to go out
tar boiled on the rigging
and burst up into flame
like some great whip it lashed around
igniting ship and frame
With burning flesh the men gave up
their skin a putrid hue
they fought with all their might that day
but nothing could they do
so alone the mighty Queen
went sinking to the grave
and all was lost that tragic morn
except a pinky haze.
Charles M. Moore
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The Passionate Rose.
Just one ray of light
and I'll almost be there
One more touch of rain
and I'll make it I swear
One more rush of air
and I'll sway in the breeze
And become the sweet rose
that I set out to be
And people will love me
and hold me in awe
My scent will attract
honey bees from afar
My blushing red petals
being so picturesque
will cause birds to sing
and prepare for the nest
So cradle me sun
in the warmth I adore
My budding face wishes
your light to explore
And summer rain glisten
my heart with your prose
And I will burst into
the passionate rose.
Charles M. Moore
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The spider
There's a spider in my workshop
in the corner of the eaves
he's big and black and hairy
and I call him Hercules
he watches while I'm working
from his web up in the roof
some people think he's scary
but I just think he's cute.
Charles M. Moore
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