Memorial Day ~ by Dean Ross

They gave their lives for freedom

Leaving loved ones far behind
Please take this moment
And bring them to your mind

The are selfless
They are brave
Too early
Met their graves
Fighting for the freedoms
We sorely need this day

Watching from on high
They only get one day
Celebrate their sacrifice
The last Monday of every May

Deadpool X-Mas

Twas the night before Christmas, with no heroes about.
Xavier decided, to give Deadpool a shout
"I need a good man to help see the night through." 
"None are about, so you'll have to do!" 
"You'll push me down streets, for the Christmas parade." 
"I cannot do it alone. I have come for your aid."

"We'll bring joy to people, entertain the crowd."
"You can even be boisterous, obnoxious and loud."
"You just can't do violence to anyone there."
"You have to pretend that you really do care."

Deadpool smiled slowly and said. "I'd be proud."
"There's just one condition, that must be allowed."
"No fun for 'Francis', he's on my bad list."
"He'll be dead soon anyway, if you get my gist."

Deadpool then turned with a twinkle in his eye
Broke the fourth wall and made small children cry
""Oh hello, you're probably wondering why all this is written in the way it is? Well so am I. The Professor works in mysterious ways. Maybe if I follow along, I'll be able to use my guns and swords after all. Oh I hope all you have a Merry Christmas. I gues I have to get back to old baldy"

He turned quickly back and said "Let's away"
"Christmas won't last much more than a day"
"I have some pushing to do, and some presents to give."
"Then I'll go back to making sure Francis doesn't live."

The Change

Once there was a leaf
It fell from yonder tree
Softly it landed on the ground
It lay there happily

The other leaves saw this
Jealous they became
They hurled themselves from the boughs
Down they fell like rain

Landing in a torrent
Swirling in the wind
The piles grow ever higher
The branches look so thin

The winter wind starts blowing
Snow sails upon the wind
Covering up the tracks
Of Autumns chaotic whim

Goodbye my Friend ~ by Dean Ross

Death came to take you, but I said no way
I would not be letting you go, in that way
I stood between you, held up pleading hands
Said take me instead, to those unliving lands

Death just smiled, as it glided bye
Hovering in silence, where my good friend lies
Silence reigned, the room got chill
How could this specter, resist my will

Slowly it reached out, with it's bony hand
Gently, and lovingly, such a simple plan
It closed her eyes, and held her hand
Raised her up, so she could stand

He led her from the room, out into the hall
Ignoring my cries, and attempts to stall
She was walking for the first time, without any pain
To stop this, is madness, but I've never been sane.

I reach out my hand, to clasp Death real fast
Without my friends, there's noway I can last
I feel myself pulled from my body with care
Forever, together, eternity to share

Death shakes his head, it's not my time
He pushes me back, to my body I bind
Collapsed on the floor I can do nothing but weep
My friend has left me, and I feel so damn week

Many years later, I wait patiently
I know who will soon be coming for me
He's taken all others that I've ever known
I'd like to know why I was left all alone

A whisper of wind, heard in the leaves
A gentle rain and soft blowing breeze
These are the signs that show He is near
To take me at last to those I hold dear

Rememberance Day

Silence reigns on Remembrance day
as we think of Soldiers gone away
They gave their lives, across a sea
So we could live a life that's free

We wear our poppies on our lapels
So we remember they went through hell
They paid the cost with their lives
Because of that the world survived

We raise our heads at the reveille
The bugle sound that sets us free
The silence ends, but it's not over yet
We must remember, lest we forget

Pee See Party

We are the Pee See party
Boy we've been around
We are the Pee See party
We turn smiles upside down

Contempt of Parliament
Hold those women down
Muffling the scientists
Rape the sacred ground

Scandal in the Senate
Losing their hometowns
Demanding we show papers
As we walk around

The Politics of Fear
Often breeds contempt
Accountability is a dream
It's your money being spent

This used to be a land
With promise and a dream
Harper has destroyed it
It makes you want to scream

We can rebuild it
Stone upon precious stone
We can make it into a place
We could once again call home

The Game ~ By Dean Ross

I played a little with different styles of poetry here ... There is even a hidden style (OK, I'm stretching it thin with that lol).

Chess pieces scattered
Across the hard wood floor
Spreading their strategy far and wide
Rolling, clattering, attractor of cats
Madness lights their eyes

Collecting and placing, pieces with care
Order restored, the sides are now fair
The Pawn leaps ahead, earnest and eager
Starts off the game with a traditional procedure
Alone in the middle, he brandishes might
The opening move for a long thoughtful night

Piece after piece gets taken away
Lost, lonely sitting by the side, waiting
Reflecting on the sacrifice of piece for position
Defense or attack the moves are the same
It's what you do with them, that makes the game

The Cold ~ By Dean Ross

Today I took a Sudafed 
To clear what's in my nose
The next thing I knew
I wasn't wearing any clothes

One little Sudafed 
Changed the world for me
I can now do anything
It has set me free

Filled me up with energy
My work it lies undone
Dust mites are distracting
In beams of golden sun

One little Sudafed
and now the day is done
Who thought staring at the wall
Could be so damn much fun

The Dance ~ By Dean Ross

A hazy mind, on a dark foggy night
Nefarious minion, far out of sight
Wandering aimlessly, throughout the streets
Imagining horrors, we’re sure to meet

Over our shoulders, we continuously look
Nervous and scared, skittish like crooks
Sometimes we walked, and at others we ran
Sometimes we stopped, then the talking began

We talked of tomorrow, and all that we planned
There would be peace and harmony, across all the lands
We talked of the present, and the girls that we like
There was mention of cars, and of course his new bike

Then a sound would occur, off in the fog
A footstep, a door closing, perhaps just a dog
We would both fall so silent, and perfectly still
Hearts beating fast, and feeling quite ill

We knew we must move, no place was safe long
Through yards we cut, until our lead was strong
We wouldn’t go back, of this we were sure
They asked of us far more, than we could endure

We traveled all night, through thicket and field
Down roads, alleys and some streets that weren’t real
We lost our pursuer, and by some stroke of chance
We made it back, for the end of the dance

A Voice ~ By Dean Ross

I have a voice it must be heard,
A whisper, a shout, a trembling word.
I have a choice, it must be mine,
Peace and freedom sure feel fine.
War, enslavement, sacrifice,
Disease, pollution and melting ice.
The modern world will surely die,
If we don't recognize the lie.
I have a voice it must be heard,
A whisper, a shout, a trembling word.

Always Keep Fighting

Always Keep Fighting 

Written by Dean RossInspired by Jared Padalecki A.K.A. Sam Winchester on Supernatural, T-Shirt campaign
benefiting "To Write Love on Her Arms", a nonprofit organization that supports people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide.

I don't understand
There is no way that I could
I'd lend a hand
I don't know how I should

I want to reach out
And cuddle you close
Assure you it's all right
Bust all of your ghosts

Slay all of your demons
Show vampires the light
Bury all of your worries
In waves of delight

The life of a hunter
A protector a knight
Creating the illusion
That everything's right

There's nothing to fear
But who gives a damn
These are mere words
Who's meaning is bland

Myriads of millions
People without count
Sharing their stories
Just trying to help out

It lifts up the heart
It's the first of the stairs
Always keep fighting
Until all the world cares