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to bin Laden from me

Listen Osama, do you hear that sound? It's Satan's footstep hitting the ground. He's right behind you waiting in shadow Happy to know you'll be his after the battle. Look over your shoulder you'll see him there Breathing your rancid stench from the air.

Your minions are screaming in pain as they hear you denying their name. So dig deep little man, try to hide, we'll hunt you down and show you our pride. And make no mistake, God will be by our side when the Devil carpets Hell with your hide. _____________________________________________

Some more published poems by the author

POEMS BY LINDA M. FIELDS (COPYRIGHT)

DREAMING (copyright 2004)

Diamonds upon a lake of forgotten tears where once a lone whippoorwill sang of eternal years, and two hearts danced a frenzied death, of memories and dreams, of hopes and prayers, though now a heart beats a rhapsody of despair, yet smiles as the world looks away from the death of a child named love, and deep within the pits a lonely heart races frantically a wall to rebuild, while beats a song of forgotten dreams, where memories hide best left to rot forgotten, yet not. The death of the child destroyed the whippoorwill whose song's now still, yet dreams of the child drifting silently beneath a diamond sea of salt and agony.

FOREVER MY FRIEND

I DREAMED OF GOLDEN SKIES AND SEAS AS SOFT AS LULLABIES. WHERE UPON A CRYSTALLINE BEACH A MAIDEN DANCED IN A GOWN OF SHIMMERING PEACH. NIMBLE AS AN IMP SHE LEAPED UP HIGH, PLUCKING BUTTERFLIES FROM BENEATH THE SKY. SHE LAUGHED AND SHE SANG AS SHE PLAYED BY THE SEA, HAPPY AND FREE AS I CAN ONLY DREAM TO BE.

I CALLED HER NAME, BUT SHE DID NOT HEAR, UNTIL MY EYES FILLED WITH TEARS. AND WHEN SHE TURNED TO LOOK AT ME, I SAW IN HER SMILE WHAT IS YET TO BE: ONE DAY I'LL SEE MY FRIEND BENEATH GOLDEN SKIES, AND TOGETHER WE'LL PLAY BY SEAS SOFT AS LULLABIES.

(FOREVER MY FRIEND HAS ALSO BEEN PRODUCED AND RECORDED BY HILLTOP RECORDS - 1998 *ALL RIGHTS TO MUSIC AND LYRICS BELONG TO Linda M. Fields)

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THE GATES OF HELL

AND THE GATES OF HELL SHALL OPEN AND WHISPER I AM FREE, BUT WHEN I REACH THE ENTRANCEWAY THEY CLOSE AGAIN ON ME.

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ODE TO THE GREAT LAKES

LAKE OF LOST SOULS, SEA OF FORGOTTEN TEARS, THE LADY WEEPS FOR THOSE WHO SHOW NO FEARS. IN HER COLD EMBRASS SHE'LL PULL YOU DEEP WHERE IN ETERNAL NIGHT YOUR SOUL SHE'LL KEEP.

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BETRAYAL

WHEN BLUE BIRDS STOP SINGING, AND CHURCH BELLS CEASE RINGING. WHEN THE SPIDER IS RARE, AND THE FOX RULES THE BEAR. WHEN SNOW FLAKES ARE THE SAME, AND LOVE IS NEVER A GAME.

WHEN A CHILD IS BORN, AND MET WITH SCORN, AS DEATH ENDS, AND TIME BENDS. WHEN CHILDREN DON'T DIE, BECAUSE LOVE PASSED THEM BY.

WHEN THE SUN IS COLD, AND ONLY TRUTH BE TOLD. WHEN NIGHT TURNS TO DAY, AND MEN DON'T STRAY. WHEN I AM BUT DUST, ONLY THEN WILL YOU HAVE MY TRUST.

(BETRAYAL ALSO HAS BEEN PRODUCED AND RECORDED BY HILLTOP RECORDS - 1998 *ALL RIGHTS TO MUSIC AND LYRICS BELONG TO Linda M. Fields )

Click here to PLAY THIS SONG! _____________________________________________

HELL'S FURY

THE DOOR IS OPEN, MY PATH IS FREE. THE DEVIL, SHE HAD A GOOD LAUGH ON ME. SO WHY DID I LINGER, WHY DID I STAY, WHEN I KNEW IN MY HEART SHE'D BE BACK ONE DAY?

THE NIGHT IS DARK, THE SHADOWS DEEP, IN HER COLD, COLD HEART THE VENOM SEEP. YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL, BETRAYED MY TRUST, STILL THAT WASN'T ENOUGH TO FULFILL HER LUST.

YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE, MY HEART'S GROWN COLD, SO NOW THIS DEVIL, SHE'S GOTTEN BOLD. MY DAY WILL COME THEN YOU BOTH WILL SEE THE FURY WHICH IS THE DEVIL IN ME.

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THE MILK IS FREE

Men won't buy the cow if the milk is free, These words I remember Mamma telling me. A silly saying, old fashion at least, Man couldn't be that cruel a beast. I met a man and we were wed, We never touched until our wedding bed. I had a ring on my finger, but it didn't last, Yet Mamma's warning belonged in the past.

Men won't buy the cow if the milk is free, But I just couldn't see how it related to me. I raised my daughters as the years sped past, Unaware that I was growing old much too fast. But Mamma was right, and I've lived in sin, Waiting for a ring on my finger once again. Now the sixties are a long time past, But some sayings are meant to last. So girls take some advice from Mamma and me, Remember, men won't buy the cow if the milk is free.


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