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Silhouettes On the Stage 1953

Lying still on the class room floor, brown paper for a bottom sheet. All the children were gathered round and my outline was complete. A cookie cutter girl was I in bright black paten leather shoes; with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse of blue polka dotty hues. Drawn silhouette, a paper doll, not ashen as deaths cold harrow, and I regret, my parents get left Hiroshima's shadows. Eight years gone the Rising Sun was challenged in an earthy sky; for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell and two-hundred thousand people died The Man of Steel, old Stalin passed away in Russia this year; the hot cold war was in full bloom and our children hid in fear. Beneath our desk tops we scrambled as the shrill sirens shrieked away the Committee of Five ruled Russia and Khrushchev was on his way. Dwight Ike was in the White House as a veteran, he'd fought hard the GI bill was now in affect and bomb shelters filled our yards. And little girls with ringlet curls still made dollies on paper sheets; while the doll shadows left by WWII bombs blackened in Japan's streets. *On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???

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Date: 3/2/2012 8:28:00 PM
DEBBIE... CONGRATULATIONS ..ON YOUR WONDERFUL WIN~ Have yourself a very nice night ;-)*always..pd
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Date: 3/2/2012 7:38:00 PM
Congrats, very nice :-)
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Date: 3/1/2012 7:50:00 PM
Wow....this poem is dynamite... unbelieveable what has happened in the name of peace......the unthinkable is part of shame. What an amazing poem, Deb.
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Date: 3/1/2012 4:24:00 PM
You definitely deserved first place with this well-written piece that joins my list of favorite poems.
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Date: 3/1/2012 8:46:00 AM
congrats Debbie on a well penned and well deserved first place win .. a milestone in history was this tragedy luv.. nicely presented for all who read .. amd absorb content so profeound to this country ..
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Date: 3/1/2012 5:15:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in the contest Debbie. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/1/2012 1:54:00 AM
And they ARE developing!!! Congrats!
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Date: 3/1/2012 1:52:00 AM
awful slaughter in our pacafic islands, thank the Lord the war was stopped, 200,000 slaughtered in China before our Japanese war begun...."rape of Nanking"? Great thought provoking poem.
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Date: 3/1/2012 1:36:00 AM
Congratulations on your win xx
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Date: 2/29/2012 9:08:00 PM
Yes, it is always the innocent that suffer in war. But I remember the atrocities and that many of our own were saved by this decision. Japan would not have given up without it. Congrtulations on your win, Debbie.
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Date: 2/29/2012 5:07:00 PM
I actually almost cried while reading this :S wonderfully written
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Date: 2/29/2012 5:50:00 PM
Thank you Dana'lynn I had enough distance from it now to polish it a bit more ..thanks to you. Light & Love
Date: 7/27/2009 9:50:00 AM
Deborah very well written. For many years I held on to anger for the things Japan had done to the US of A. But looking at the situation in whole, what harm had those women and children done. They were only living out what they were forced to do. War is wrong, no good ever comes out of it, only death and sorrow. God Bless. Ron
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Date: 7/23/2009 6:49:00 AM
Sad memories Deborah. Such a very hard life it had to be. Outstanding write. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/23/2009 12:14:00 AM
Duck and Cover. I remember it well. Still I cannot grieve for the losses at Hiroshima or Nagasaki. My Dad was a POW for a short time just before the end of the war. I grew up hearing how the Japanese treated our soldiers, sailors and marines. Even so, no sane person can ever find any joy in war. Well written and timely given the worlds current political climate. Always, Will
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Date: 7/22/2009 9:44:00 PM
Great poem, harsh reality, you nailed it.....Karla
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Date: 7/22/2009 3:48:00 PM
WOW!!! This is great and thank you for your comments and Babylon was what i meant it is a place I know well
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Date: 7/22/2009 12:42:00 PM
Wow This poem was great. I loved the rhyming within each verse. I'm 11, I'm new here, and I LOVE YOUR POEM SOOOOOOOO MUCH, I'LL PUT IT in my Favorites! Kisses and Hugs! (X's and O's) - Amber <3
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Date: 7/22/2009 7:57:00 AM
Outstanding bit of my own memory in your poem, Deborah! I could have been that same little girl...with long ringlets, having someone trace around my prone innocence....while the other part of the world was blown to bits ... powerful..so telling the time from so many angles! Fear mixed with innocence...Excellent!
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Date: 7/21/2009 5:34:00 PM
How I remember the sirens,..and the hiding under the desks !,..But just a lil' later ! *smiles* Great poem,..had me remembering ! james
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Date: 7/21/2009 5:15:00 PM
Very different from the lives of today's school children. It must have been a very frightening experience to have to duck under your desks when the air raid sirens went off. This is truly a great recollection! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 7/21/2009 4:13:00 PM
maaaailll!
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Date: 7/21/2009 3:20:00 PM
Forgive me for not sending you this in mail form but I don't know how to send soup mail. I never really intended the first and last stanza to have any acrostic significance. SGNA and POWP both have meaning as acronyms, but they don't truly apply to the theme of the poem.
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