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February 20, 2006 - Monday 

Category: Writing and Poetry

The Hero, the Angel, and the Saint

 

A hero left on the side of the road
The parade's long passed him by
Sometimes all that makes us heroic
is a smile through the storm

Hero gives
the wink of an eye
to a whore that won't just pass him by
All he really wants is someone to keep him warm

He woke up cold and we see in the morn'
he's just a saint that hasn't died
And still he lives his life
like he wishes he weren't born

An angel wakes, wipes a tear from her eyes
Even her dreams make her cry
And she too just wanted someone
to keep her warm

The two walk out
to a street that has died
"A parade long gone" said with a smile
He didn't know if she meant the street
or if she meant last night

An old man sits on a curb in his shame
The young girl walks the other way
He doesn't know her name
and he thinks that that ain't right

She's lived her life in an unsafe way
He knows he's gonna have to pay
On the street of life she's never looked both ways

Young girl walks from a broken man
On a curb our hero's with a drink in his hand
He seems a little shady now
so she crosses to the other side

But of course she never looked the other way
A car's oncoming but it'll be okay
For she's diseased and drugged
and by tomorrow,
she's gonna have to die

But that our hero never knew
He saved a life
and never thought it through
so heroically
but no one was there to see

And as he thinks that she's just a whore,
the angel couldn't thank him more
So she so gratefully
had to turn and leave

Or maybe she's on heroin
He thinks this of our heroine
Sometimes thoughts should never be believed

Our hero sits on the side of the road
Everyone dies much too old
I mean everyone dies much too young
but both are somewhat true

Broken bottle lies on the floor
He thinks all he's done is saved some whore
It's funny how the lives you save can end up saving you

Young man passes by a whore
with an angel's smile that he now wore
as he came upon a man
walking his final mile

Offers him a dime or two
Our hero says "That won't do.
Why don't you take mine instead-
It'll last you for a while"

A few crumpled bills in the palm of his hand
would change the life of that young man
Even at his worst,
our hero's standing tall

For the young man's never had a dream
Until now the world kinda seemed
a little beyond his help
but a few dollars changed it all

Young man knows he'll be someone
to help the world forevermore
as he tells our hero
"I thank God that you were born"

He saved two lives he never knew
He would freeze to death never knowing who
he saved that day
He died that very night

And as the sun so slowly came to rise,
there were no tears in her eyes
For the first time
she didn't have to cry

A hero died within his shame
An angel died without a name
And still we know they'll both be alright

 

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DROPKICKmurphie™

 

wow that was very true.

very painful, wonderful, and memrable.

something that makes you think things over,

agian and agian.

of how every little thing we do may have a greater purpose.

this is nicely put together i thuroghly enjoyed it!

ill be looking forward to reading your other stuff....in the very near future.


 
Posted by DROPKICKmurphie™ on February 21, 2006 - Tuesday - 2:42 AM
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Jon Sanders

 

My apologies for the length and lack of brevity in this piece. It's just a story I wanted to tell. Next week's poem will surely be far more concise. Thank you for reading. And if you're wondering who the hero, the angel, and the saint are.... they are each of the three characters at different moments in the poem. Life is full of moments and we get to choose who we are again and again each moment of our lives.


 
Posted by Jon Sanders on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 10:19 AM
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Tracy Alan
Tracy Alan Hughes

 

Don't apoligize for "length"! Once you get a thought process in your head that won't stop, it is literary suicide to stop the natural flow. Never say you're sorry for your art. Love this peice!

"T"


 
Posted by Tracy Alan on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 6:19 PM
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Tracy Alan
Tracy Alan Hughes

 
Might help if I could spell. Geesh! :-)
 
Posted by Tracy Alan on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 6:20 PM
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Christen
Christen Lee

 
sweet poem....how true, that we discover ourselves in a new form many times on the path of life....beautiful insight...
 
Posted by Christen on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 11:26 AM
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Green Lady

 

Both sad and beautiful... it is modern but it could also be Western.  Cool idea.

-G L


 
Posted by Green Lady on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 1:47 PM
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恋愛

 
and so today i cried for lives i have taken and lives i never knew i saved but today i also stoped crying because one more person has touched my soul in such a deep way...thank you love....xxx Sarah
 
Posted by 恋愛 on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 2:02 PM
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Creative Jessica
Jessica Roberson

 
Interesting poem.
 
Posted by Creative Jessica on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 2:55 PM
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Counterpoint-Zero

 

Interesting.  But also very sad.

 

btw charlie - I'm just about finished with my epic.

 

-T.H.O.T.S.M.


 
Posted by Counterpoint-Zero on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 3:06 PM
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Scorpion_6
Aria Priest

 
We may never know the moments that define us, never seeing the big picture for who and what we are.  A lot of times I think that we may not even know what it is thats makes the hero, angel, saint, or even the whore.  Thank you for your work, it is a story that each of us share a part of.
 
Posted by Scorpion_6 on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 3:27 PM
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SaraSwinson
Sara Swinson

 
Beautiful.
 
Posted by SaraSwinson on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 3:33 PM
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amanda

 
i dig it man
 
Posted by amanda on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 3:50 PM
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Amber

 
this is really good....your skills are amazing! keep writing!
 
Posted by Amber on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 6:14 PM
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Nicholas Angelo

 
LOVED IT ...ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT FROM BEGINNING TO END ..GREAT READ!!
 
Posted by Nicholas Angelo on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 6:41 PM
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The end is but a new beginning
Andrew L. Langevin

 
truth been there done that I even remember them excellent depiction
 
Posted by The end is but a new beginning on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 7:04 PM
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--sinner--™

 
The concept is amazing, the feeling is wonderful.  I enjoyed this read very much, and I must agree with some others here, never apologize for your work.  Besides, there is no need to.

Only one piece of constructive criticism, at just a few points in the poem, it sounds more like you are talking than writing poetry.  I think some slight editing could really make it flow seamlessly.

Well done.  :)

 
Posted by --sinner--™ on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 8:36 PM
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Aunti Ash!!!!!!!!!
Ashley Heart

 

The best poems are long!!!

and yours is by far, one of the best!!!


 
Posted by Aunti Ash!!!!!!!!! on February 20, 2006 - Monday - 11:25 PM
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Puna
Puna Theisen

 
After reading your work faithfully for 2 months now, I understand your concern about this piece Jon.  We're all our own worst critic...but you, can afford leniency...besides, the concept is such a powerful one.....I couldn't imagine it being better.  Rest easy my friend...
 
Posted by Puna on February 21, 2006 - Tuesday - 1:33 AM
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REDBEARD

 
NICE WRITE....I LIKE IT
 
Posted by REDBEARD on February 21, 2006 - Tuesday - 2:33 AM
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Placebo Panacea

 

i avoided reading that earlier cause i saw it was long, but that was an absolute pleasure of a read.  very well structured.  this one poem moved me to subscribe.  i tip my hat and bow to you.


 
Posted by Placebo Panacea on February 21, 2006 - Tuesday - 3:44 AM
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ladylove19

 
my first reaction after reading this poem was... WOW!! what an awesome poem and poet. selflessness is an awesome quality in life. you should post some of your stuff at deviantart.com. thanks for sharing your talent with others.
 
Posted by ladylove19 on February 21, 2006 - Tuesday - 5:33 AM
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mm

 
This is absolutely one of the best poems I've read on MySpace. You truly have a gift.

mm

 
Posted by mm on February 21, 2006 - Tuesday - 7:30 AM
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zoki of old

 

just great... keep up the good work.

you're one of the best writers here.


 
Posted by zoki of old on February 21, 2006 - Tuesday - 7:14 PM
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YY UR YY UB

 
Emotionally disturbing and touching at the same time. A really nice piece of writting
 
Posted by YY UR YY UB on February 22, 2006 - Wednesday - 2:57 AM
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Oh my God! Your writing gives me goose bumps and tears all at the same time. Its odd that I was just thinking about this very topic just the other day...(We never know of the lives we save) Youre very beautiful.
 
Posted by on February 24, 2006 - Friday - 8:59 PM
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Ariel

 

I love it, i love it, i looooooooooove it!


 
Posted by Ariel on February 25, 2006 - Saturday - 10:13 AM
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Erica

 
I really like that the hero and the whore are not so different....They are both just looking for someone to keep them warm. You envoke a great mental pictue with your words. Everyone leaves a mark on everyting they touch and you never know to what effect. great piece.
 
Posted by Erica on February 26, 2006 - Sunday - 6:12 PM
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Wordmachinist Archives
Jimmy Davis

 

epic story-telling.  I like this work very much, especially the quotated words.

rare for a poem but a treat when it works.


 
Posted by Wordmachinist Archives on February 26, 2006 - Sunday - 10:22 PM
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AshleyKay
Ashley Weaver

 

wow charlie, this took me back to preaching to my husband.  i swear that every person here on this earth has a purpose.  each encounter with another human, an experience we walk away from affected by.   the bum on the street, me, you.  us all are constantly walking through life pushing ourselves on other people.  i believe you are pushing good things on us.  thanks charlie for calling light to the small things.

ashley kay


 
Posted by AshleyKay on March 23, 2006 - Thursday - 4:27 PM
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Ms. Dre'

 
Sometimes all that makes us heroic
is a smile through the storm

That's my favorite line...just because I relate. Sometimes we have to be what people need us to be in order to be a blessing in their lives. 20 was my softball number from little league when I was 6 to my college days.

Great piece of work my brotha. I love the narrative nature as well...very hard to do in poetry. Bravo!
 
Posted by Ms. Dre' on December 18, 2007 - Tuesday - 7:19 PM
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The Reverend Intercaust

 
Exquisitely painful and beautiful at the same time.
 
Posted by The Reverend Intercaust on July 27, 2008 - Sunday - 6:49 AM
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