Mohamed Bzeek

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Away with birds and 40s on a furlough to an office to replay hits,

Today I heard the story of a hero and I wanted to relay this,

When suited with the tar to burrow in a circle with a burnt knife,

A human with a heart of pearl and a world on a turnpike,

Kids in a wheel will arrive hurt with fake fable books and reasons,

If this is real, you defy words and make angels look like demons.

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A land without civil peace chose to fill him with half the pay,

A man from the Middle East holds these children as they pass away,

The heart wrangles with the crying like a union in their death,

An archangel to the dying is a human in the flesh,

An invincible, quiet life with the duty of man after,

An invisible firefly with the beauty I can’t capture,

We’re rating them in rhymes like a king or a friend,

Escaping from these lines like it’s ink from a pen,

I brought this pearl to an ember and cooked it in a candle,

I want the world to remember and look to the example.

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Winter and life bend holy portions of the energy,

Bigger than white men holding torches like a memory,

Women and man are praised as sacred like a buddy’s farm with a great few,

In a land of hate and blame it is loving arms that will save you,

When branded a curse the rest will try a simple cross,

Abandoned at birth and left to die with little cause,

There’s truly then a good chance that then you’ll see the moss and end,

The beauty is then bushwhacked when the cruelty is taught again,

A prophet so meek he takes fabled books and reasons like a candle to the dead,

Mohamed Bzeek, you make angels look like demons with the example that you set.

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Big Sal

Sat 17th Nov 2018 18:08

Sometimes to see the beauty in the world in true perspective is worth more than any picture could convey, and much more so than words can do justice. Even in due time, the kindness of few is drowned out and bled out by the large majority who don't care to see goodness prevail.

I am more than glad to know that reading to children could steer your weary soul back into a tranquil perspective. Children never ask to be born into this world, so to do anything other than nurture and attempt to show goodness around them wherever it is, is simply a disservice to those kids and others that go through something like cancer or terminal illness.

Respect to you and yours, John. Once more, thank you for reading.

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John Marks

Sat 17th Nov 2018 17:13

Like a long incantation: drawing up the spirits of the earth into a continuing communion. A great fanfare for all the love MB shows these children. I remember when I was receiving chemotherapy at Christie cancer hospital, the young oncology ward was adjacent and I used to go in to read and talk to the children. Never once asked 'Why me?' after that.....John

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Big Sal

Sat 17th Nov 2018 01:05

Thank you for reading, Charlotte. I appreciate you taking time to read and comment as well. If I may suggest, if you read this comment to perhaps take a look at the poem on my profile listed as "Laid to Rest", if you haven't already? I think you may enjoy that one as well.

I shamelessly self-promote, but hey, thanks for reading still!

Have a great one.🌷

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Charlotte Thomas-Rowe

Sat 17th Nov 2018 00:22

Amazing! Lovely dedication

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Big Sal

Thu 15th Nov 2018 16:55

Thank you for the kindness, Kate.

I believe you missed this due to being absent from the site for a few weeks, and the fact that I originally posted it under the groups, not my personal profile to begin with.

I am glad though that you could come back with a fresh mindset and set of eyes to pick apart the pieces you like. I had heard this tale via my wife, and it was so incredibly humbling I wanted to memorialize it in the only way I know how to - throw it into a rhyme or two.

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Kate G

Wed 14th Nov 2018 13:30

How did I miss this? I loved it Big Sal. In a land of hate and blame it is loving arms that will save you....That's my new anthem.

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Big Sal

Tue 13th Nov 2018 23:14

Thanks for reading all and once again commenting.💪

I see people re-post their stuff all the time, so I figured it may actually do me some good this time to follow suit.

These types of poems are the most fun to come up with rhymes for. Reach for the sky and touch the ground only once we realize we will never fly again. A bird is guilty of flying for survival, but we touch the sky just to mimic the birds.

"Verisimilitude: Volume 1" coming out soon, please show your support by downloading the FREE e-chapbook if you wish to. Will contain a zip file with ALL the poems of the book. I will post one of the poems from the book on November 23. Please enjoy as much as you can.

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keith jeffries

Tue 13th Nov 2018 20:02

Cannot be improved on.
Keith

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Anya

Tue 13th Nov 2018 19:23

Great!!! 😘

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Taylor Crowshaw

Tue 13th Nov 2018 18:47

It is brilliant...😃

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Jon Stainsby

Tue 13th Nov 2018 18:38

Still great.

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Big Sal

Tue 13th Nov 2018 18:12

I want to thank everyone that originally commented on this when I posted it under the umbrella of the 'Temple of Indomitable Poetry'.

It didn't receive the attention I thought it deserved, so I re-posted it here under my own profile page. Hope you all enjoy once more.

Big Sal, Out.💪

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