When our galactic system
sighs to a frozen halt in space
do you think there will be some remnant
of beauty, of the human race?
Do you think there will be some vestige,
or a sniffle, or a tear?
do you think a greater thinking being
will... – by Harry C. Craft III | 48 Views added 2 months ago
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I wish I were somebody
that all the world could see
and I was the man
everyone expects me to be
I wish my soul was pure
like that of an angel
and I could find a cure
for all the world’s sickness
I wish I could wake from this nightmare
... – by Harry C. Craft III | 52 Views added 9 months ago
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With a spin of the propeller
the engine crackles and sputters
the pilots uniform looks stellar
the blood red Fokker triplane shutters
as it lurches forward and starts to roll
it leans into the sky and flutters
Baron Von Richthofen is... – by Harry C. Craft III | 117 Views added 9 months ago
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What if Heaven is like Santa Claus
and it really doesn’t exist
will anyone care that I was here
will all the soldiers have died in vain
what about all the wars that have been fought
were they all for naught?
What if Heaven is like the Easter... – by Harry C. Craft III | 4 Views added 10 months ago
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They tell me I am a poet,
the only thing is, I didn’t know it
I only put words into verse,
and sometimes get so mad
that all I can do is curse
I sit up through the night
with pen in hand
and on my paper, my thoughts I do write
some people... – by Harry C. Craft III | 3 Views added 10 months ago
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When all the laughter dies in sorrow
and the tears have risen to a flood,
when all the wars have found a cause
in human wisdom and blood,
Do you think they’ll cry in sadness?
do you think the eye will blink?
do you think they’ll curse the... – by Harry C. Craft III | 4 Views added 10 months ago
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Upon the raging seas we sail
without a band playing
and no one to hail
we play hard, we work hard
with plenty of stories to tell
yes, we are the men and women of the
United States Coast Guard
Fighting the war on drugs
by land, sea, and air... – by Harry C. Craft III | 11 Views added 10 months ago
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I am old now,
and my bones do creak
my hair has turned gray,
and my eyes have become weak
but I have lived,
and I have paid the price
I have learned
not to do things once, but twice
I have done many things,
and would like to do many... – by Harry C. Craft III | 4 Views added 10 months ago
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I sat on the couch with a fat man
who just happened to be my dad
the show had just started, it was Batman
and boy, were we glad!
We watched as the caped crusader
rushed down the street
and all of his arch-villains
he was sure to defeat
... – by Harry C. Craft III | 6 Views added 10 months ago
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I came upon the wreckage
in the late October midnight black
through the fog I saw a beautiful
breathless life
her bones protruding through
flesh like a jagged knife
perhaps someone’s daughter,
sister, or wife
Stillness encircled my warm... – by Harry C. Craft III | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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Zealous as I was
I tried not to hurry
like a mouse
scampering for a bit of cheese
I tried not to worry
Staring at the clock on the wall
I tried not to sweat
but the revolving second hand
became my obsessive call
I filled in the blanks
... – by Harry C. Craft III | 7 Views added 10 months ago
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The smell of fresh cut grass
fills the Spring air
that thought is captured in your mind
as you stare at the sky while combing your hair
The crackle of the starter’s gun
commands you to rise and watch the mile run
it’s the beginning of... – by Harry C. Craft III | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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In the late-night dark
I walk in the cemetery
down by the park
I see no ghouls
not even a Lark
The tombstones are lined in a neat row
as I look around
I do not see a soul
the quiet is relentless
and the streetlights project a dim glow
... – by Harry C. Craft III | 13 Views added 10 months ago
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If Love was Money, I’d be Broke
What were those words you once spoke?
was our love true or was it just a joke?
well babe, if love was money, I’d be broke
picking myself up out of the ashes
The only remaining remnants
of love’s incendiary... – by Harry C. Craft III | 45 Views added 10 months ago
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