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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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I gave her a flower.
I gave her a flower, a cute little pretty thing
picked from the edge of the path where we strolled
yellow and blue she accepted it sweetly
and said 'I will treasure this till I am old'
I sat under oak trees that grew by the river
I offered support as she sat by my side
she said ' what a picture to find a place like this'
'the calming brook makes me feel oh so alive'
We sat and we chatted about different subjects
nature and wishes, the season of spring
she said she had printed a book from a website
exclaiming that poetry was really her thing
'I like Treat and Mooney and Ori and Wyllie, '
'Leclerc, Gale and Nagy are some that I love, '
'They show such emotion and on the site forum
discuss life with others I'm really fond of'
I said I would check it, it cultured my interest
she said 'if you want', 'it's poemhunter.com'
last week while out shopping I bought a computer
I'll look up this site after dropping you home
We watched as an acorn splashed into the river
it drifted down past where some water voles played
we kissed as we made our way back to the carpark
where she picked a flower I still have today.
Charles M. Moore
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I won't be home for Christmas
Dear Mum,
Sitting here I wondered why I won't be home for Christmas
the lads and me in company C feel sorry for those who'll miss us
on far off shores we'll keep the peace with hope and understanding
but God can sometimes make his lost son's birthday quite demanding,
The captain said the new year looks good for some recreation
the Scots lads hope he means going home for new year celebrations
they're not a bad bunch, sometimes rough, but hearts in the right places
I miss you all and love you, hope you have a merry Christmas,
Tell the folks I miss them say I'll get there when I can
but I've got work to do here I'm sure they'll understand
the Holy lands not far away just now from where I'm sitting
and the distant gunfire sounds like the christmas crackers I'll be missing,
The desert stars are so bright you'd believe there's peace on earth
and I feel like a hypocrite with guns on Jesus's birth
tomorrow we go on patrol in search of insurrection
I'm sure if Jesus had his say, he'd have plenty of objections,
The lads and me are doing what we can with what we've got
we even made a Christmas tree from an axle and some pots
on Christmas day we have a service in the padre's tent
Christmas dinner is provided in a tin the army sent,
When you hand out your presents we'll pass round the ammunition
the Santa outfit dad wears is nothing like the one I'm wearing
give my sister all my love and smother her with kisses
but I'm sorry to inform you that I won't be home for Christmas.
Charles M. Moore
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I'd say you're in love
If just for a moment I could look in your dreams
are these just a few of the things that I'd see
slipping through gardens where pale blossoms grow
with white marble towers all covered in snow
pink misty hazes that cloud up your eyes
and gently caress you as paradise flies
into the treetops she sings with the doves
if you dream of these things
then I'd say you're in love
Fresh mountain pastures with bubbling springs
that flow to the valleys and make the bells ring
walking on petals that make no remark
as they whisp up beside you and lighten your heart
watching the waves as they thunder and roll
to batter the cliffs and set flying the foam
if these are the things that you've been dreaming of
then without hesitation
I'd say you're in love.
Charles M. Moore
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If all your good times came at once
If all your good times came at once
how long would they last for
would an hour be enough
or would you need much more
a day perhaps
or maybe weeks
would years go rolling by
if all your good times came at once
would you sit and cry.
Charles M. Moore
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