David M. Smoak
by Shade 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_ WOUNDS 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_ 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 by Shade 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 by 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 _ end by shade _ Loves contemplation by Shade 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 by 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 by 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
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by Shade 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 coming soon something about her inner serenity 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 by Shade
By Shade Two souls searching into the night they meet in a harmony that feels so right. Words exchanged by a method of sight But bringing them together for a soul-matched flight. Brought together by a trembling wire The souls now burn with ecstatic fire. Only words 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. never rejected, 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 _ 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 end by Shade
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by Shade 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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