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[aid] => mick
[title] => GOOD-BYE
[time] => 2005-06-06 21:02:58
[hometext] => While reading the Denver Post yesterday and seeing all the young people's names who died. I have to speak out!!!
[bodytext] => This poem is a "take off" from Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Good-by" written by me for 2005  GOOD-BY Emerson writes: Good-by, proud world, I'm going home Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam. A river-ark on the ocean brine. Long I've been tossed like the driven foam. But now, proud world I'm going home. I write in 2005 Good-bye blood guilty world I'm going home I'll always hate you, I say "Shalom!" Bad associations you possess in swarms. Broken oar upon the sea of mankind Truths today pelting like hailstorms Good-bye blood guilty world I'm going home Emerson writes Good-by to Flattery's fawning face, To Grandeur, with his wise grimace, To upstart Wealth's averted eye, To supple Office low and high, To crowded halls, to court, to street, To frozen hearts, and hasting feet, To those who go, and those who come Good-bye, proud world, I'm going home. I write in 2005 Good-bye to hypocrites two-faced Lover's of themselves, others effaced Showy display of one's wealth Feet run hastily to badness High offices corrupted hidden stealth Halls of apathy, no natural affection Those that promise, no commitment often Goodbye blood guilty world, I'm going home. Emerson writes: I'm going to my own hearth-stone Bosomed in yon green hills alone. A secret nook in pleasant land Whose grove the frolic fairies planned Where arches green the livelong day Echo the Blackbird's roundelay And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God. I write in 2005 I'm going to Hades, mankind's grave, Await a resurrection into a world brave, Beauteous paradise upon this land, Planned from the beginning with His Hand. Death will no longer reign, dead return, No wickedness, liars gone, bloodless sojourn Sacred world filled with loving thoughts concern. Emerson writes: Oh, when I am safe in my Sylvan home. I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome. And when I'm stretched beneath the Pines Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore, and the pride of man. At the Sophist schools and the learned clan For what are they all in their high conceit When man in the bush with God will meet. I write 2005 N'er again woe to me, in my beautiful home I'll not remember proud wars, soldiers roam Young men and women taken before their prime buried, Mother's tears flood their graves not pitied God laughs at the stupidity of lowly man Higher schools of learning useless, no bloodless plan Expensive sophisticated schools and students for naught Peace and security only by God's Hand brought!  Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1883 I claim no credit for Emerson's writes Only for my own Created by Lovingcritters consue June 6, 2005 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity." ~General Dwight D. Eisenhower~ "Prayerful Tears!" [comments] => 7 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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