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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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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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The old couple
There's no knowing what tomorrow brings
or what the autumn, winter, springs,
We only know youths twilight glow
and memories of long ago
The evening dwells upon our years
and summers song rings in our ears
it takes its toll upon our frames
with thoughts that kindle drawn out flames
We've seen them come and seen them go
the many shades of life we know
the bitter sweet, the smooth, the rough
advance till only, we and us.
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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