ATOMNEWS
Poetry by SirLatour
Eternally Thine
For under God's light did thy memory made
Of springs long past and summers gone
To Bring light to mine heart with joyous song
Whilst my gaze lies gently upon thine eyes
With hope this treasure lays upon yonder sky
Deep in the hope His promise be true
That our love be forever eternally through
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Mother Nature
Gave not such clue to mine eye.
And though my sense gave rise to the alarm
My fellow self says no need to heed the skies.
But alas, she fooleth me with her flowing sway,
And hither do I fall against her limbs
Like the wistful days of May.
Perhaps one day, when long she breathes
Good wisdom to mine ear.
Shall I fall more graceful upon Her fields
And say, "Oh ! Now I see My Dear!"
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Justly Right
Never a moment shall linger.
Never a word shall escape the roving eye.
Let him not take leave of himself for his own wandering,
For duty is owed to a condemning world,
Who's failure shall never be even
So much as a fleating chance.
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Quick To Judge
To paint their righteous cause.
With never a pause to ponder why
Or give question to their laws.
With haste they steadily plod upon
the trail of the wounded beast,
to thrust the spear of fallen fate
deep beyond his feet.
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Presidential Pressures
No sooner does his cautious foot pass across the threshold of history than the slings of arrows rush to meet him with ambitious zeal.
Should we not run to aid his lone advance into the sting of contemptuous tongues and valiantly break their ambivalent pride?
But alas, he alone must bravely forge through that treacherous path toward greater minds to help mend the hearts of a troubled world!
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Founding Fathers
To see new light in a President's way,
One simple holly star doth faultily rise
To bring dishonor and to say,
"Our Founding Fathers"
Were but as common men
To heed that valiant alarm,
And no more than a common fool
To answer the "Call to Arms".
But I do see before mine eye
A greatness in their stride,
A wisdom above all common sense
To heed their country's pride.
And still we learn through mind and man
Their lives, their honor did they give,
But to remember them as "common men"
'Tis an insult for me to live.
For history's tale of great men did we hear,
And of how they bravely died,
Great men with honor and God's resolve
To follow Paul Revere's ride!
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My Precious Friend
I surely doth recall,
Thy gentle precious gift,
You hath given us all
For in my beautious dreams,
You shall ever roam,
Through tall fields of grass,
Forever called your own.
And Lo, I shall not ponder,
Upon moments lost,
But hold dearly fast,
To the cherished cost
Of your gentle spirit,
Pressed 'gainst my hand,
As you guide my path,
Through God's Holy Land.
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Pleasant Change
Like a long-lasting dream
A dream never-ending,
Forever extending,
And bending
Mine soul so it seemed.
And as I doth stare yonder distant sky,
With flowing haze upon this dreary daze
Leaped did mine breast when sudden I rise,
For she hath gathered me up to
play.
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Caring Hands
By your caring hands
Our lives ever changed
Like the ocean sand
As brothers sworn
By their honor true
To hold each one up
When our days turn blue
We wish you well now
As we do part
For life's new journey
And our start
To mend our hearts,
To travel new lands
And never forget
Your caring hands
Dedicated to Our VA Nurses & Doctors
Vietnam Veteran
DaNang 1968
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Invisible Tax
From afar doth they practice stealthy deeds,
Beyond tall timbers fallen long before,
To plot and plod for secretive gain,
Without hesitation or tinge of remorse,
Diving deep into his brothers purse,
Absent of conscience or moral restrain,
To return that which was already stolen.
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Galliant Ride
They ride with golden sword.
Upon the trail of ancient greed,
Their armor through is torn.
At each advance, the turn is made,
To taunt them in their stride.
Their perfect soul he aims to steal,
Their honor and their pride.
But Lo, he does not know,
the secret given true,
To every Knight on High,
Eternal journey through.
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Desparate Resolve
The grandness of his frolic scheme
But truth now follows his every pace
To stike his heel and set mighty blow
From the forked tounge desperate to show
To play the piper of our stolen dream.
The serpent slithers in anxious haste
For desperate resolve and ultimate show.
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Wisdom of Zeke
SONNET IA
Let not your heart consume your mind,
beyond the inner door.
Let the passing of each day,
Bring honor, not discord.
For far beyond your inner door,
Awaits black passions end.
To steal your soul, From the night,
For darkness and revenge.
SONNET IB
Passions curse lies beneath,
Every breath that you take.
With patience he crawls deep within,
For the moment to steal your fate.
To seize your heart and pierce your soul,
With maximum intent
To drag your gift beyond the wall,
Of Satan's lonely den.
SONNET IC
So listen to this warning son,
And heed the valiant call.
To seek the truth at every door,
And meet passion at the wall.
Let him not take his even stride,
Toward the inner door.
Halt him with each step you take,
And force him to the floor.
St. Michael's Prayer
I call upon St. Michael's shield,
To guard my every move.
To strike with each just advance,
Satan's evil brood.
So, Lord take this sword from my hands,
And bury in the Abyss!
For my fate is in thy hands,
And my Trust is in thy Midst!
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Honor holds true
for they who defend our republic
and make war upon evil of tyranny
SirLatour
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