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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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The Celtic Nations
From the celtic nations came the celtic sounds
and a strong belief in the air and the ground
with a spirits freedom of an age gone by
they would praise the earth
and they would praise the sky
And every flower and every tree
was a living testament to liberty
each one had a future as it had a past
and all life was sacred in the celtic path
with a spirits freedom of an age gone by
they would praise the earth
and they would praise the sky
With the sea a rolling and the rushing brook
they would tell their children
'Take a look, '' Take a look, '
At the world around you try to understand
you should be so grateful of the air and the land
with a spirits freedom of an age gone by
they would praise the earth
and they would praise the sky
And the celtic nations sang the celtic songs
they would live with nature it would make them strong
for it has a beauty and a darker side
and they would praise the earth
and they would praise the sky.
Charles M. Moore
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The Glory Path and Home.
The stone was bare as I lay there
With cold and damp that made skin shiver
And darkness all around delivered
In nakedness and scorn
I heard the cries of wretched sinners
Screaming agonising save us
Look upon and help redeem us
Love our blackened souls
And I could see the inner me
And viewed the whole outside of me
The turbulence and hell to see
My body not my own
And grasping hands would reach to touch
So I too them would offer such
And watched the radiance destruct
The evil in their hearts
Then brightness on them all befell
And light and colour chased the hell
So beauty once again did dwell
Upon their eyes and mind
And now they too could see as me
The love of true humanity
And spread the word of purity
You are not alone
For death he has no master here
and when your body dissappears
truth and faith will have no fear
your light will carry on
So little this I say and true
The words of light will come to you
And lead you onto life anew
The glory path and home.
Charles M. Moore
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The High Voltage Men.
When the sky blackens over
And sun disappears
When the wind starts to howl
And you have your worst fears
When the rain hammers down
And the trees start to bend
Theres a light in your life
The high voltage men
When the power lines clash
And are whipping around
When the cables explode
in the trench underground
When your lights all go off
and the darkness descends
dont despair theyll be there
The high voltage men
If its lightning or thunder
Snowstorm or hail
When you think its the end
And its hard to prevail
At the end of the line
Is a neighbourhood friend
Theyll do all they can
These high voltage men
Thousands of volts
Run through gloves on their hands
Working live line
Where the system demands
To keep the power on
Safe and sound.End to end
The work never phases
The high voltage men
Incredulous, doesn't sum up
What they do
A rare breed of people
Are working for you
When the tunnel is dark
Theres a light at the end
Just call up and ask
For the high voltage men.
Dedicated to the high voltage power workers
Around the world, who work incredibly long hours
In strenuous circumstances.
Charles M. Moore
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The march.
Mother can you hear the drums
the pipes are calling for your son
and flags are waving in the sun
the march to war has just begun
Father can you hear the bell
the deathly sound and road to hell
where all the other brothers fell
the march of victory.
Charles M. Moore
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