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Poem #1

I Want To Feel The Love Once Again

I want to feel the love once again
From the depths of the ocean to the depths within
I want to feel the happiness I felt long ago
For the years to come and for more unto show
Only in my heart I feel the love inside
Which aches within and takes all my pride
To know I have no love of yours no more
Breaks my heart with no core
My heart is breaking deep within
Unknown to no one but myself and my sin
Everytime my heart beats is breaks some more
Only to know you are gone, gone for sure.

Copyright 18th August 2000, Heather Postell

Age 14

'Excellent and moving poem from Heather' - Philip

Poem # 2

Puddles

Puddles here, puddles there
Puddles, puddles everywhere
I have a new pair of shoes and they are white
Mama says do not get them dirty
but it rained last night
I get ready for sunday school
She yells, "Bobby Ray do not dirty your shoes"
I stand at the front door and wonder if I can make it to the car
I close my eyes and pretend I am a power ranger
but then I tripped, I did not make it very far
Mama yells, "Did you dirty them shoes?"
I just do not know what she wants a seven year old sometimes to do
When there is puddles here and puddles there
Puddles, puddles everywhere

Copyright 1st October 2000: Bobby Wendler

Age 7

' This was Bobby's first poem working on his own and it won him first place in a topic contest - Well done Bobby! ' - Philip

Poem # 3

For Ever and Ever ....

"Stretcher Bearers!"
Back and forth we hurried
Collecting the results of enemy success
And; I stumbled.
Monotonous ticking of time
Tick as we arrive and retrieve ol' Charlie
Tock as we trudge him back,
Passing the buck.

Tick, tick, tick, tock.
Death is mercy and I beg for mine.
For thine is the kingdom, and
Mine?
The power and the glory?
Ligaments lost. Soldiers saturated
In mud, rats. And Glory?
Hardly.

"Stretcher Bearers!"
A slight burst of shell and a sigh
As in the distance, a familiar cry of an immature "officer,"
Unable to control his own mental state,
save the welfare of others.
We raced with that same pace
Over terrain infested with something and their breakfast.
To...

"Tom!"
*[OC] "He's hit."
"God damn it! I know! Help him!"
My heart puked
and I felt its distress and futility as Tom gasped for water.
In panic I clutched my head in disillusion.
Desperate.
Oh Lord! Deliver then from Evil!

*OC stands for "Officer in Charge"

Age 14 at time of writing

This was shown to be by Charlotte's Grandmother and I asked her to ask Charlotte for her permission to post it here. This is an extremely mature poem from one so young. I hope Charlotte writes much more as there is so much talent here. - Philip