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Kris

by Walter Jones (Age: 72)
copyright 04-16-2009


Age Rating: 16 +



Trial and living
Stop by the tear
Lift your heart
Bring it here

Water stripping
Blanket colder
Voice holds her
Nobly goes away

List of the hero
Slow to the pillow
Pain fades
Child of the sixties stays

Trade wind crying
Love leads the dying
Wonder where next
He plays

Fist reaches mighty
Heart drops pity
As they close
The stage

Trial and living
Stop by the tear drop
Lift your heart
Bring it here






Author Notes:
Burden of Freedom by Kris Kristofferson,
stand on the stairway
My back to the dungeon
The doorway to freedom
So close to my hand
And voices behind me
So bitterly damn me
For seeking salvation
They don't understand

Chorus:
Lord, help me to shoulder
The Burden of Freedom
And give me the courage
To Be What I Can
And When I am Wounded
By those who condemn me
Lord, help me forgive them
They don't understand

Their lonely frustration
Descending to laughter
Erases the footprints
I leave in the Sand
But I'm free to travel
Where no one can follow
In search of the kingdom
They don't understand

Chorus:
Lord, help me to shoulder
The Burden of Freedom
And give me the courage
To be what I can
And when I have wounded
The last one who loved me
Lord, help her forgive me
I don't understand.







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        09-11-2011     Mae Futter Stein        

Hi Walter,
I love your poem as it is deep with feelings that hits the heart. The chorus is the greater
of words and rhythm, with courage and burden of freedom, asking forgiveness for not understanding.
Very musical with words to listen to.
Mae

        04-28-2009     June Nazarian        

Frank, as always you have presented a well-crafted poem. Your comment about how one word can be a vehicle for "time-travel", that time really does not exist, hit home for me. Thanks for a thought-provoking read....June

        04-17-2009     Raja Sharma        

...a child of sixty.... a highly thought provoking and groping metaphorical expression. Freedom, redemption, salvation, and other high sounding words do seem to gain more weight and many interpretation when they are precisely arranged by a poet who not only knows his art but also enjoys its subtlities.
God bless you
Rajasir

        04-17-2009     Frank Fields        

Always, it seems, there be a word, a line or two, a stanza, indeed the entire work, but one thing which opens doors full-wide to transport one either into the past, or sometimes into the future.
(There is no present, really).

With the onset of so-called hurricane season, but more because the Trade Winds will soon start to carry their own treasures, this I found to have extraordinary impact with its visions:

Trade wind crying
Love leads the dying
Wonder where next
He plays


For me, that is. I expect none other to understand my comments, really. They are meant for you, sometimes for me ^_~, which we both understand.

Leave it that visions of crossing the salt sea, putting into port for a short stay, enjoying the tropical island and all it's pleasures, as a young man will and should, are significant for me.

The work entire, of course, but I will have my pleasure! ^_^

Frank :)




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