David M. Smoak
We the soldiers who answered the need;
We the men that followed the creed;
Think of the past with a silent rage
and present this thought for you to gauge,
Remembering those who asked that we
join in their fight for liberty.
That they so knowingly sought to deceive
is what has caused our souls to grieve.
We trusted those that we'd elected;
thought our rights would be protected.
We questioned not the right or wrong
as we joined with the misguided throng.
It was not our flag which was in error,
but those that spawned and raised the terror.
Calling upon us to hold back the tide,
while our wives,sisters and mothers cried.
Many fled and shunned the plea
to go and fight for liberty,
but we, the brave, were so very young
we questioned not that the summons rung.
We were to our duty honor bound
as strongly as the seed is to the ground.
Never before a war of dissension
demanding from the soldier such comprehension.
Never a war of such half support
propagated by the false report.
Many fought and many died
fore we saw that they had lied.
Returned home from a war unfinished
We found the honor of our duty diminished.
The soldier hated for the battles lost.
But before and after who paid the cost?
Who had fought and who had died?
Who the victim of those who lied?
Who sees less glory in the fight
than the soldier returned in the dead of night.
Spurned by a nation that wished to forget
Home to a door where no lamps were lit.
Tales when told with derision sung
Never the bell of the victor rung.
Home to a nation that chose to hide
the guilt it felt in a lack of pride.
Home to the land for which we bled
like the hunter home to an unmade bed.
Were we wrong to do the deed
to answer the call of our nations need?
We think not and we would not flee
were we called again by democracy.
© _end by Shade_
You seek to heel the wounds we've got
to stop the spread of the creeping rot.
You who have never heard the sound
of deaths breath all around.
You would cure the hurt we felt
help us forget what we were dealt.
You who know only fear of death
never having dreamed of her warm breath.
You would return the innocence lost
have us forget the frightful cost.
You who have never felt her near
never strained her breath to hear.
You would seek to correct all wrong
help us erase a list so long.
but we do not wish this burden to share
and when we did you were not there.
Go! Be Gone! Leave us we say!
Let us remain to recall the day,
We took to wife the bride named Death
and inhaled the sweetness of her warm breath.
© _ end by Shade_
There is a sound upon evening air
bugles blowing for our souls to share.
A sound that rings so true and clear
as they sound on hills both far and near.
Double taps blown in evening light
saying good bye to the soul in flight
A friend departing but not in vain
although his leaving brings us pain.
One that was a kindred soul.
One that shared our common goal.
Taking its leave with the sound
his strength no longer beside us found.
Still the bugles sound his peace and rest
assuring him he met the test.
That he was one of us among the few
that deserved the sound when bugles blew
and we now would bid his soul to sleep
with the song of bugles in his keep.
May he watch over us from where he soared
to his resting place in the arms of the Lord.
© 1973 Shade
The Shield and the Flower
Mothers weep and fathers mourn
as home on shields their sons are born.
Men who die for a nations need
are still the sons of their fathers seed.
The nation wears black as their brave depart
born on the shoulders of the kindred heart.
The seed is planted into rows of stone
with the shields placed there so the glories known
Mothers tears dry and fathers stand tall
as they talk of the how sons have given their all.
They shout this should not have come to pass
when bright shields in rows were carried past,
besmirching the nation that would dare to ask
that mothers and fathers bare this task
While shields are left to stand in the rain.
Soon becoming blemished and marked with stain.
The luster of each shield suffers from the blemish
and the duty of the seed becomes diminished.
The nation goes on because of strength of the seed
but the flower it grew now becomes a weed.
and the nation is weakened by the diminished power
of shields with out luster and seed with no flower.
© 1975 Shade
Sweet night you come to me,
as the sun sinks to the sea
showing your beauty as you turn to gray
with the approaching end of day.
Patiently I stand upon the shore
until you surround me in content once more
and the days turmoil and stress
are calmed by the beauty of your caress.
I love the sweetness of your soft moonglow
and the soft warm darkness that I know.
Of you, my dearest, I have no fear
as I await you, while standing here.
The sound of the sea rises to a degree that i adore
as it laps upon the sand filled shore
and the waves thunder as they pass their crest
easing the tension in my breast.
You reshape the clouds floating by,
till, with your darkness, they don't seem high
and through them I see your sparkling eyes
that draw from me such awe filled sighs.
Come to me my love, help me pass the time
in the beauty of your arms sublime
until with the break of the rising dawn
I awake again and find you gone.
© Shade 1999
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I've been sitting here in expanding contemplation
of remembered definition of loves growing migration.
Redefined understanding as each year went by
has finally placed this thought before my eye.
I know there is the love that's felt in a sexual way
when one with another has a desire to play
and there is the love you feel for a friend
with whom all your time you want to spend.
That's not the kind of love of which I speak
because beside true love others are weak.
Love doesn't manipulate or express a need
doesn't gobble you up with a display of greed.
It's not judged by an emotional contest
controlled by one to see who loves who best.
It does not demand each and every day
that over again the object express its' intent to stay.
loves not a bargain you disguise as a gift
so love will be returned and give you a lift.
love asks nothing from its object you see
and that's why to hold it you must set it free.
you don't place conditions on a love that's true
the only conditions you place on you.
So once it is given you have given it away
and because it is given it's in you to stay.
© 1999 Shade
Love need not be a lasting thing
It may bloom in early spring
burn with heat the summer long
making us feel we do belong
and as we approach the end of fall
we find Love no longer there at all.
We look up on a winters day
feeling that the cold has come to stay.
Still we recall the summer heat
when we felt the warmth of love replete.
Then from memory we restore the need
to search again for the fertile seed
that with the blooming in early spring
will warm the heart so it can sing.
© 1999 Shade
The last time Julien was seen
it was just outside of Aberdeen
no one knows why she ran away
from her home on that day
No one that is except for me
for I had been the one to see
John falling from the tower
of the clock that told the hour.
John deserved that death he found
and he died with hardly a sound
The police then ruled it suicide
as being the reason John had died.
But Julien had by then departed
before the police had even started
so she never knew you see
there was no need for her to flee.
Julien had not wished to tell
life with John had been pure hell
nor take the chance that she would reveal
the killers name she did conceal.
No it was not Julien that had seen
the way john did climb out and lean
to shout his challenge to those around
that he was the meanest man in town
John had often beaten her
and so I pushed that lousy cur
and he did fall so very well
on his way down to Hell.
Yes I helped him take that step
though it appeared that he had leapt
and Julien had just up and run
to divert attention from her son.
For Julien would not have me pay the cost
for removing what we felt to be no loss
and I'm sure the push Julien had seen
because that day she left Aberdeen.
© 1983 Shade
Shades of Blue
The night is quiet
I'm all alone
building a fire
of wood on stone
She comes to me
in the cool of night
within the glow
of soft firelight.
that beautiful girl
with flowing hair
never a word
when she is there
but its for her
I am now waiting
for this need
is not abating.
once each month
with the rising moon
and the time is now
something about her
brings a warm calm
to the soul of me.
and compared to this
the rest is Hell
for on this night
my thoughts do dwell.
she leans down slowly
and bestows a kiss
and my heart beats again
with the surging bliss.
Then she stands
and goes her way
and again I feel
death that day.
the fire goes out
and it turns cold
I return to my grave
of dirt and mold.
© 2000 Shade
Two souls searching
into the night
they meet in a harmony
that feels so right.
by a method of sight
But bringing them together
for a soul-matched flight.
by a trembling wire
The souls now burn
with ecstatic fire.
some might say
but the words touch the souls
in a special way.
With gentle caresses
the souls now sigh
in empathetic union
together they cry.
and always dear
They feel the connection
each time they are near.
The connection grows stronger
each time they speak
strengthening the bond
that each does seek
and the souls now know
that as time goes by
they'll merge into one,
and their soul will fly.
© Shade 1999
_ by Shade _
Once I too believed in forever.
Thought my love would leave me never,
but that time is forever past
for, my love, it did not last.
Once I thought it would never die
now I'm older and now I sigh
for all the time I let slip by
while for forever i continued to try.
Now I'm wise as wise can be
for now with time I've come to see
that forever my love's blessed me
with the time we spent as we.
The time we spent will forever last
as a happy memory of the past
and this has shown me some way some how
that always forever is really now.
© Shade 1999
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Moving on with unending flow
the deepest water down below
A place I love where I reside
with this river so big and wide.
Peace and solace around each bend
on the leeward side of the water trend
where I can rest and have strength replenished
then return to tasks unfinished.
The flow of life in this rivers drift.
The love of life is this rivers gift.
Peace and comfort always by my side
with this river so big and wide.
Tranquil thought and tranquil flow
walk with me and the rivers flow
standing the hardships that are lifes blow
not submitting to the undertow.
Taking life from waters deep
sustenance from it I do reap.
In its strength I find my pride
with this river so big and wide
When the end does call and I must go
when I've reached the last waters flow
still beside this river that I know
I'll find the peace she will still bestow
For when I die they'll bury me
in the bend beneath the willow tree
then to the end of time I will abide
beside this river so big and wide.
© 1999 Shade
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