FREEDOM
By Cavalcader
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We were brought up
don't talk
with your mouth full
at the table
Never answer back
be like pictures
on the wall
seen and not heard
Freedom in the home here
when one wants to speak
but the know all
says it all I want to scream
Freedom
is a child
playing and laughing
or a few tears
If wars stopped
and weapons put down
Freedom for the people
would be gained
Freedom is like a kite
in the sky
floating South North
East and West
Battling strong winds
won't come back
until it is ready
to be hauled in
Freedom
bringing the word
Great! back into Britain or could
all end up on bread and dripping
Freedom
is the neighbour's cat
runs in laps up the milk
dives onto the duvet
Curls up into a ball
pokes his nose
under the jumper with a kind of smile
knowing the central heating is on
"Jazz" has pounded the unmade bed
into a hole
like a yorkshire pudden not risen
just two ears are standing free
I stroke and tickle him
under the chin
gone off to sleep
to dream
'Jazz' "Green Eyes"
he knows we will
always have in
won us over again
Freedom
Is quietness
to let the mind flow
of poet's like Pinda
not long ago.
All comments and help
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Comments
I like the picture of the
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Julie. A nice tale you
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Loved this, Julie,
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I like the image here: I
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I've been lagging behind in
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Well done Julie and all the
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Good work Julie! "Freedom Is
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Silence is golden yes. King
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I loved the image of the cat
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Thanks Julie. You are a
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This is a very nice poem,
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