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Remembering

Remembering

When I wake in my bed
Soft pillow under head
I remember

As I watch stunning dawn
While I put my clothes on
I remember

When I go grab a seat
To have something to eat
I remember

As I drive off to work
And the streets aren’t berserk
I remember

As I look at the sky
And see no warships fly
I remember

As I think of my rights
Which were won through your fights
I remember

As I think of the men
Who will not breathe again
I remember

The price that you paid
So we’re not afraid
I remember

The freedom of speech
And for our dreams to reach
I remember

To praise a Creator
And not a dictator
I remember

When troubles arise
I’ve no moans or cries
‘Cause I remember

I won’t disrespect
All you did protect
‘Cause I remember

That it cost you your lives
But your legend survives
‘Cause I remember

I’ll always remember…

                                                        In remembrance of every warrior
                                                 who sacrificed everything
                              for an ideal
                                  for a cause
                             for us

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A Good Day

A Good Day

When the sun has set tonight
And the moon ascends
When the final hours pass
And one more day ends

Will you be able to look
Back from the time you rose
All the way to when you go
Off to your bed to doze

And say that it was a good day?
That you had tried your best?
That you took the time to see
All the ways you are blessed?

Will you be able to say
You took the bull by horns
That you refused to pass the buck
And you survived the thorns?

Did you take charge and control
And make it a good day?
Or did you let someone’s issues
On you heavily weigh?

Did you leave it in the hands
Of someone else to pick
If you had a good day or
If your ass got a kick?

Did you wait for someone to
Decide to make you glad?
Did you let an asshole stress
You out and make you mad?

Did you hand over control
Of what your mind would feel
To a person or event
That would all your joy steal?

Were you just a bystander
And hoping for the best?
Standing, waiting in one spot
Instead of on a quest?

To make something of yourself
In the day ahead?
Or did you count down the time
Left ‘till going to bed?

Can you look back on the day
And say in honesty
“I made it a good one today
Because I was gutsy

Instead of keeping my mouth shut
I spoke up and said loud
‘That doesn’t work for me’ and split
Myself off from the crowd

I didn’t just stand by and let
The hours go to waste
There was not a minute where
Potential wasn’t chased

No man or woman I met
Was able to succeed
In stealing any of my joy
Because I’m a rare breed

I am a warrior and so
I’m in complete control
And no one or nothing can ever
Stop me from my goal

Of looking back twenty-four hours
Without any dismay
Being able to proclaim:
‘Today was a good day’”

                               ~Miro

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Modern Day Warriors

Modern Day Warriors

Some years ago I watched a film
Starring Nick Nolte
In this film, “I am a warrior!”
Was old Nick’s decree

It made me laugh ‘cause in this film
Nick didn’t play a knight
He didn’t brandish sword and shield
And hordes he did not fight

He wore a shirt with blue collar
And owned a gas station
Pumping gas was not a warrior’s
Chosen vocation!

But as he spoke throughout the tale
I soon did come to find
That Nick’s boast was not that absurd
Instead, it was my mind

My notions which were pre-conceived
Had closed my mind too much
Nick’s lessons of courage and strength
Began to deeply touch

Calmness and a heart of peace
Along with warrior’s spirit
I realized my image of
Old knights no longer fit

The tale taught me to look deeper
Than what is on the surface
There’s more to warriors than steel
Armor in which they’d dress

More than just what year it is
They’ve lived past Gothic times
Long after feudal Japan
And classic poets rhymes

I saw a warrior pushing her
Baby in a small carriage
While holding many groceries
Not once did she disparage

Another warrior plays a song
On his beat up guitar
Just as happy on the street
As if he played a bar

A warrior pumps some gas into
A car on a hot day
He swelters but still smiles and waves
As patron drives away

A warrior turns his siren on
And flashes police lights
He’s off to risk himself again
Not unlike olden knights

An old warrior lies in his bed
With IV tubes plugged in
Despite his pain and little time
He manages a grin

Because his grandson holds his hand
And starts to cry for him
“It’s okay,” he says with strength
Even as his lights dim

Our pre-conceived notions must be
Identified and quelled
Silly stereotypes blind us
From values still upheld

Warriors and samurai
And paladin’s still walk
Among us even though they don’t
Wear chainmail on their frock

Next time you see a busker
Or single mom with child
Or someone with a dreary job
That still waved and then smiled

Will see you the warriors
That live in modern day?
Or is that just a knight in search
Of fierce dragons to slay?

                                   Miro