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Don't say it's OK --- if it's not.

Don't say you love me --- if you don't.

Don't say you'll pray for me --- if you won't.

Don't say no --- if you mean yes.

Don't say yes --- if you mean no.

Don't call me friend --- if I'm not.

Don't say you'll be there --- if you won't.

Don't hurt me --- and call it love.

Don't mock me --- and call it fun.

Don't lie to me --- and call it truth.

Don't say I can trust you --- if I can't.

Don't build me up --- just so you can tear me down.



(c) 3/2/2006 Sara D. Biggs

I want to know that which is unknowable.

I want to see that which is hidden.

I want to go where no other dares go.

I want to understand that which is not understandable.

I want to know why.

I want to know why not.

I want to know what if.

I want to know what happened yesterday.

I want to know what will happen tomorrow.

I want to know what happens when I am not there.



(c) 3/2/2006 Sara D. Biggs

I watched him go away to fight,

With zealous heart and eyes so bright.

I watched as he came home again,

So full of sorrow, grief, and pain.

I listened as my friends all said,

"Because of him, children are dead!"

I listened as he raged and cried

And told me, "How I wish I'd died!

The country I so gladly served

Is against me turned, I'm now as dirt!

Can they not see? Do they not care?

Of the trials we had over there?

I did not ask to fight that war!

I did my duty, nothing more!

I watched my friends and comrades die ---

I heard their screams for many a night.

And it breaks my heart to know that kids

Are going to suffer for what we did,

But my country called, and so I went."

It broke my heart to see his pain,

Yet what could I say, except in vain?

But somehow we made it through,

And share this story now with you

In hopes that next time, before condemning,

You test the waters in which he's swimming.

Or else that soldier there in trouble

Could be you. Thus bursts the bubble.



(c) 11/23/1968 started; 4/10/1987 finished

Sara D. Biggs

HE EATS, YET IS HUNGRY.



HE HAS FINE CLOTHES, YET HAS NOTHING TO WEAR.



HE HAS A NEW CAR, YET IT'S OLD.



HE HAS A MANSION, YET LIVES IN A SHACK.



HE HAS MONEY AND MORE FOR HIS NEEDS, YET HE'S POOR.



HE OF ALL MEN SHOULD BE HAPPY, YET HE OF ALL MEN IS SAD.



(c) 3/17/1987 Sara D. Biggs

The past is over and cannot be undone;

Don't waste today by going back,

But look back now and then to see what you were;

Look at the present to see what you've become;

Look ahead to see what you can be.

Don't blame yourself for the man you were ---

You were brought up to be that man, and then you needed to be.

Now that man is no longer necessary, and he no longer is.

Don't tell me I deserve better --- I deserve what I want.

YOU are the man I love --- all of you, good or bad.

You're strong where I am weak, brave where I'm afraid.

I need you --- your shoulder to lean on, your arms to hold me, your voice to soothe me.

On top of that --- I love you.





(c) 3/9/1987 Sara D. Biggs

The war-torn fields

The children's cries

And thunder rolling

Through flaming skies

And all around

The signs of death

I try to write of war

Yet I don't know --- I can only guess

But I can't imagine

Nor can I feel

The pain of war

That was so real

To those who went

And did their best

And came back home

To scorn and jest

I can't comprehend

The deep-seated pain

Of seeing friends and brothers slain

But even that cannot compare

To being left over there



(c) 1/21/1987 Sara D. Biggs

Heartless, he's called, and cruel and cold,

This lifelong soldier, silent and bold.

He has no country, he takes no side,

From his many foes he will not hide.

He's spent his life in battle grim

Where one mistake will mean the end.

He asks no quarter, he has no fear;

He spans the globe --- first there, now here.

Some day, he knows, his life will cease;

He'll fight no more, but rest in peace.

And on that day, only one will mourn ---

The fair young wife he's come to adore.



(c) 11/24/1986 Sara D. Biggs

Shadows on the wall

Say night is drawing nigh

When Hades' gates will open

And demons outward fly



Shadows on the wall

Have masters from below

With ebon skins and shrouds of black

But not of flesh and bone



Shadows on the wall

Dance and leap and tower

While ignorant mortals filled with dread

Tremble in fear and cower



(c) 11/20/1986 Sara D. Biggs

The silence of the grave

Surrounds the empty house

Within its silent walls

Glide memories of yore

Of a fair and gentle maiden

Who alas shall be no more

The house it mourns its mistress

Who left it long ago

On such a foul and fiendish night

When evil winds did blow

Around the bend beyond the gate

Something lay in wait

To shroud her heart in mystic black

And fill her heart with hate

Not quite a human but yet not beast

This creature stole the maiden's heart

And on her soul did feast

And now on nights when the moon is full

They say this maiden is seen

Among the tombs amidst the graves

Bound by force unseen

What holds her there withing the walls

Of the graveyard no one knows

Nor do they dare to take a guess

Lest they become like Rose



(c) 11/20/1986 Sara D. Biggs

I am putting my poetry and essays in here as I can. If one seems to be unfinished, that may well be because I was trying to put it in from memory and have had to leave it until I could bring the original in to the library and put it in. So if you like what you read here, keep checking back. It will be done sooner or later.

She sits alone in the darkness,

The table before her spread

With pills, a knife, a gun.

She sits alone in the darkness;

How she wishes she were dead!

Her empty life before her looms

Hopeless, dull, and drear.

Yet as she reaches for the bottle

It seems that she can hear

Echoes from the past,

Whispering soft yet clear.

These echoes seem to rise

Like mists from off the sea,

And as she strains to listen

Her gloom begins to flee.

She sees her brother standing by

Her bed as she lies ill;

She hears his quiet footseteps,

Sees him hide his face to cry.

She sees her sister begging her

To come and play outside,

With beaming face and eager voice,

And hope lighting her eyes.

She hears her mother talking

Of days now past and gone,

When Father was kind and loving,

Although he was often gone.

She tries to look beyond,

To see what lies ahead.

She yearns for blessed hope,

And yet is filled with dread.

She fears to go ahead,

Yet she cannot turn aside

From the life that seems to beckon

From High School's other side.

Torn between two choices

She finally makes her stand.

As she bows her head in prayer,

She finds, at last, One who cares.

This story has no ending,

So here I'll say, Adieu;

But ponder in your heart

As you go from day to day,

Is this girl someone you know?

Or even, Is she you?



(c) 11/19/1986 Sara D. Biggs