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How to erase history!

Seasons of my life

Why Do We Stand?

I'll Always Be There!

I Feel Just Like a Baby!

That's Life!

That's Life!

War is Hell

Oh! Where did it all go?



'OH! My,my,my!"





Forgive and Forget?

So Why Should I?

Fifty Years Later

All in a DAY

A Warrior's Soul

"Good Life"


My Only Son


"American Pie"

War is Hell!

Daream Catcher

Time is a Thief!

Ode to T/Sgt. Glenn Wilson

Never To Late!


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To My Critics

Into this ugly world, I’ve attempted
to instill some sense of beauty in
the form of poetry, but under the
camouflage of hypocrisy my critics
continue to lambaste the music
from my soul.    

Undaunted by these winds of
rebuke, I sail on into realms of
creation, writing my thoughts,
and verses of my inspiration.
Which I hereby proclaim to
be poetry.  

And to those who disagree,
may the winds of skepticism
blow away their sense of reverie!

Jackie R. Kays

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