Where have those Faces Gone?

Where Have Those Faces Gone?

by Maurie Nord

He was born into a place called “Shaver’s Bench”
Mister Shaver was the founder
unless you miss your guess
On the Eastside of Trail
a smelter town in BC
where they made heavy water for the
the bomb, you see, I mean Little boy and Fat man

They marched around the square
though the war was long over
though ten years over
they marched around the square
bag pipes still wailin’
war drums still poundin’
Through those long lost days
he still remembers
the force
the courage
the resolve upon their faces
looking up into their faces and trembling
as they marched
and though they never spoke a word
he could hear them say
“You will never conquer us
you can try to stare us down
when you try to beat us down
and when you think you have it done
you’ll be staring at the gates of hell
he wonders this old man
it has been so long
where is the resolve?
where have those faces gone?

copyright Maurie Nord 2014

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Finnegan’s Complaint

Finnegan’s Complaint

By Clancy O’Lafferty

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Finnegan in the bar once again
must complain
This time about his old age
A pint of ale down
and a round for the house
eveyone is attentive ;you see
he raises his glass
and he says “what an ass
I ended up old don’;t you know?
That I cannot remember the simplest things
and not able to come or to go!”

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copyright Maurie Nord 2014

Life of Faith

Life of Faith 

 by Clancy O’Lafferty

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Have fun

experiment

this is the only

chance you have

got to experiment

with faith

cheer up and

know that I Am

I am beside you

all the way

a Teacher who will

never betray you

nor forsake you

I will remake you

into the being I want

you to be

I give you the space

Let’s see a smile on your face!

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 copyright Maurie Nord 2014

Mullet

Mullet

by Clancy O’Lafferty

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I don’t care what you think of my “mullet”

I had one long before they so called it

If i want to I know how to so cut it

I’m a barber by trade so just shut it

Take your PC correctness and think

the smell overwhelms and it stinks

YOUR  mullet’s a fish

a rotten fish

Always so right

You declare what is light

and if one dares say no he is wicked

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