To all the men and women who served
To all who lost their lives
A moment of silence: hats off with respect –
A prayer for their husbands and wives.
A thought for their children, their parents, and more,
Remembering all that they sacrificed for.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Veterans Day
Good Morning
Not a drop of alcohol –
No shots, no beers, no nothing!
Not a single pill or push –
Illegal, prescribed, or neither!
Yet bleary eyes greet the day
With twin red glares of pain
And a throbbing ache behind them
To drive the brain insane
To this uncalled for agony,
One finger says, “Good morning.”
In a gesture, blunt yet eloquent,
But the sun ignores the warning.
Scattered Shards
Scattered shards of dreams that twist and taunt:
Hundreds, thousands – uncountable.
Too many to choose from – Too many
To reach for, they glide and sparkle
Filling my vision with shattered focus,
A kaleidoscope of dancing gems
That spin and slide from outstretched hands –
Too far to tell fractured from flawless
Or even stone from glass.
Expensive Drivel
Money speaks to money,
But does money hear the drivel
It’s raised above the drone?
Or maybe money doesn’t listen
But whines at each other, alone.
Aggravation and anger,
Like a splinter under the skin,
Drives us to fix the problem,
But where do we even begin?
Trick Or Treat
Crisp, clear, and cold the wind calls.
It tugs, taunts, torments, and tears
At capes and cloaks. At hats and hands.
Mauling masks and wrenching wigs.
Plucking, pulling, and pleading for its share.
It steals the shouts of “Trick or treat!”
As one by one they parade with sweets
The longer it watches without a pick –
The more it blows with its threatened trick.
Effort & Planning
A monumental task (sizeable at least),
Requiring effort and planning in
A display of dedication, an exhibition of ability
(Perhaps even an invitation for admiration):
Fully prepped and anticipated – then suddenly redirected,
A worthy mission made manageable: effortless.
The plan remained, neglected, dusted thickly
By a vague (possibly unreasonable) disappointment.
The Rate of Change
Can you derive the rate of change in the human heart?
Tracking each tremble as it approaches –
Yet never quite reaches – love.
Even the furthest tangent feels the pain
When the link is torn or cut, and
One heart reaches for the other
Over and over without success until,
Finally, the shared closeness, once so integral,
Fades in time to the growing distance.
A Churlish Cacophony
Like a beating drum, it hits and echoes.
Irregular and erratic, filling the space
With a steady heartbeat, started and ignored:
Startling the true heartbeat to a race
As the hollow thunks repeat at each verge of sleep.
What angle of wind directs them so vindictively?
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