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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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The Westward Ho! diamonds
I once heard a story from an old man I knew
about Westward Ho! diamonds and the story was true
when pirates sailed off to strange lands unknown
a daring young sailor left his sweetheart at home
He told her he loved her and he'd be back soon
with diamonds he'd dress her and make her heart swoon
he sailed for some island the old man did say
that was used by the spaniards to store booty away
Time passed and the young girl would stand on the shore
searching for signs of the love she adored
crying and weeping a sign came at last
out there in the distance she saw a ships mast
It soon came in closer the tides raced it home
and there on the deck was the love that she'd known
holding a sackfull of diamonds and jewels
as into the waves she ran like a fool
He jumped into save her and swam through the swell
but the sack full of hopes for the love he held
pulled him below neath the waves to his grave
and the girl that he loved well she never was saved
You may think it's silly, you may think it strange
but the Westward Ho! diamonds are still there today
and if you look closely and if you look deep
you will see them around you but still out of reach
They are there in their millions you will see them around
different shapes different sizes are there to be found
when the tide washes over they all dissappear
but the Westward Ho! diamonds are there all the year.
Charles M. Moore
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Things I like to do
In the spring you may find me
sitting high up in a tree
searching for the new begining
as I hear the songbirds singing
fingers nibbling at the bark
as the moon begins her arc
beckoning the young and new
things in spring I like to do
Often in the height of summer
to the seacliffs I will wander
gazing out with wonderous eye
listening to the seabirds cry
sitting picking at the grass
as I watch the sun go past
sinking down behind the line
things I do in summertime
Autumn when I'm feeling clever
you may see me by the river
watching as she rushes past
hearing dippers gently splash
picking flowers from the path
as the stars start to amass
mirrored in the river flow
autumn things I like you know
As the winter comes in stalking
in the mountains I'll be walking
seeking peak and mountain stream
hearken to the eagles scream
catching flakes of falling snow
as Jack Frost begins to blow
wrapping seasonal dissenters
things I like to do in winter.
Charles M. Moore
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Tomorrow would be different this time
Silly schemes forgotten dreams of yesterday
amazing how they seem to pass us by
if everyone remembered all their yesterdays
tomorrow would be different this time
Spare a thought
and don't be caught by yesterdays
remember all your who, what, where and whys
learn by your mistakes and think of yesterday
and tomorrow will be different this time.
Charles M. Moore
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Untill we meet again
Dress me in silk when I lay down
and make my bedding red
three coffins one inside of each
of elm and oak and lead
Place me high upon the cart
high as the horses head
and walk with me through cobbled streets
to let your grief be fed
And sing for me and pray for me
but please don't be misled
I am fine and I am well
although my bodys dead
Remember me I bid you well
rejoice in all I said
be happy and be fond of me
I loved the life I led
I loved you all I really did
but this is not the end
it's only momentary
untill we meet again.
Charles M. Moore
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