Lawerence Mize, Sr.
Biography of Lawerence Mize, Sr.
Was born in Baltimore, Maryland in 1949. Enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1966 and served in the Republic of Vietnam with the 101st Airborne Division. Haunted by my experiences in Vietnam I began to write poems to help me cope with the painful memories I still carry.
I am currently retired from the Baltimore City Police Department. Poems I've submitted on PoemHunter.Com are about a range of issues and things that matter to me.
Lawerence Mize, Sr.'s Works:
Tortured Soul 1997.American Literary Press, Inc. Dead Men Calling 2002.American Literary Press, Inc. Both works of poetry about experiences in Vietnam as a combat medic. Thoughts of You 2011, Poems on Life, Love, And Family, Tatepublishing.com. Reflections 2013. CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform.
Lawerence Mize, Sr. Poems
Ode To Baltimore
Rode by houses I lived in in the day Now boarded-up relics wood rot and decay
Be Not Afraid
Be not afraid As you climb the hill Look back behind you Take in your fill
Hot summer sun Crab cakes on a bun A cooling breeze To put you at ease
The Bad People
Bad people around everywhere you go pulling you down letting you know
Flat on my back All sick and blue Long cold days of winter With nothing to do
Born in a place that no longer exists. Life's been a blur, a long lonely trip.
Sometimes when I sit In my comfortable chair I think of the world And the unrest that's there
The shadows come The shadows go Usually when I'm weak Or feeling really low
Mind's busy Things to do Worried about the order Looked up, saw you.
It started one day many years ago. Me and the kids traveling the high road.
Know how it feels To be alone To suffer in silence In a chaotic home
A Father's Heart
A father's heart is very strong Can take life's hits weather any storm
Oil still flowing Its odor fouls the air Tar ball spreading Staining beaches everywhere
A little girl to bounce on daddy's knee Someone to love and fill a need
I'm in a glen...deep in the woods.
See my brother Bob...knew I would.
Been a lot of places.
He and I.
Youth dealt out our life lessons...
with no time to cry.
Played the normal games
children always do.
Always held back.