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Alabama Twister April 27, 2011

Black clouds bury the blue skies of Bama overhead
as monstrous winds wipe out towns of southern plain.
From historic antebellum it left a path of dead
in the midst of hail and drenching down-pouring rain.

Ten hours of terror that held the sweet south in its grip
not yielding to warnings since wind motion was quick.
Leveled houses and buildings with just one long dip
leaving nothing to relish of mementos or red brick.

Toys and papers scattered with the dying whirl twist
sending debris to nearby states in massive claws.
Disaster covers barren- lifeless- ground in hail and mist
while residents view destruction that harshly gnaws. 

Blind darkness filled the night after the storms once seized
bleak clouds clung, still forbidding stars or moon to shine.
Lives spared but tattered beings were left quite uneased
and not rightly sure where tired bodies could now resign.

Despair fills many counties hit by a ravenous wind
that changed a million lives in a fleeted moment.
Winds of majesty can transform, bringing life to an end
along with frazzled minds and souls in much discontent.

Although lives have been altered and turned inside out
friendship and well wishes are given in great abundance.
It will take patience to rebuild quaint rural towns, no doubt
with God’s and friends help, we still have a fighting chance.

“Sweet Home Alabama, you’re home sweet home to me”!

Copyright © 2011  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey

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Their Blood is Crying Out- The April 24 Reminder

Almost a century ago
Innocent blood was spilt
Almost a century ago
But there remains the guilt

The world must acknowledge
The Armenian genocide
The blood won’t wash away
There is no place to hide

One million and a half
Of Armenians met death
Their hopes and dreams extinguished
Gone out with their last breath

The women brutally raped
And their husbands shot or hung
How many of their songs
To this day remain unsung

The children weak and fragile
Dying for want of some bread
Left in the desert to die
Buzzards flying overhead

The sick and the elderly
Were discarded on the way
No one to weep and mourn
When their bodies saw light of day

The mothers dying slow deaths
Seeing children turn to bone
Wanting to feed them their flesh
Knowing they’ll not see them grown

The young girls flying off cliffs
Rather than suffer disgrace
Others hiding their beauty
By disfiguring their face

The soldiers with stone hearts
Deaf to the moaning sounds
Of the dead and the dying
Strewn on the desert ground

Faceless nameless people
Identity stripped away
Not honored with a number
In this gruesome tragic play

Their blood is crying out
Like faithful  Abel of old
Still demanding justice
Their story must be told

The genocide of my people
Was not hidden from God’s eyes
The world may now deny it
May feed naive people lies

But every single blood drop
Will be accounted for one day
The murderers will face judgment
To escape- there’ll be no way

The Judgment day is coming
My people will see the light
They will be vindicated
They will march out of death’s night.

They will be reunited
With loved ones that they have lost
For their souls we now seek justice
We will achieve it at all cost.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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I wonder

I wonder if God told her 
How I broke down and cried
I wonder if he told her 
How I thought he lied 

I wonder if she's seen 
My dedication and my praise 
Has she seen my suffering 
And counted up the days 

I wonder if she's waiting 
As if I was already there 
Smileing and not debating 
The eturnity I'd wish we'd share 

I wonder if I could win her 
Not by law or decree 
I'd want that something special 
Just from her to me 

I wonder if God hears me 
While my poetry prays 
And passes on this love 
For the one that it was made 

I wonder if forever 
Really does exist 
Then I would use forever 
For a love like this

Copyright © john loving iii

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APRIL 1994

To right a wrong of ages past
A nation writhed in pain
A cross is what it now would take
So much for all to gain

Some errors couldn’t be atoned
Abuse will reap its toll
“Abolish” we'd striven to meet
A mark on voters’ roll 

All business came to halt for days
A joyous spirit found
Some buses rolling into town
Big smiles were all around

In queues we stood in pouring rain
A hopeful crowd at best
Awaiting turns at poll to vote
Most eager like the rest

The historical vote of April 1994, when South Africa became a democratically elected government which changed the face of Africa. 

Su Crous

Copyright © Suzette Richards

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Lovers on an April Afternoon

In the doorway, you stand deliciously; 
I draw you over to the bed.
And kiss your mouth as I pull your dress,
Slowly over your head.

I nip your neck and eye you coyly;
You sink into my kiss.
And as we touch, I see you buckle,
Into a sharp, awaited bliss.

Sweet lover, with skin as pure as pearls,
Like a coin that’s clean and new.
I open up my mouth to speak,
And all I say: “I do.”

Copyright © Jessica VH

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O Dolorous Day

O dolorous day! 
Wish I could give you away, 
For some money in exchange,
Well, whaddya say? 

O dolorous day! 
Could you spare me a ray? 
From the sun you hold hostage,
Behind clouds of gray? 

Mind you, this is a public place,
So if you must obfuscate, 
Well, move to some other space,
And then proceed to procreate!

And on the days you procreate,
Can’t you let this little town be?
O how heavy is your weight,
On the shoulders of feeble-minded me,

O dolorous day! 
If you want, I can gladly pay,  
For some daylight in exchange, 
Well, whaddya say? 

O dolorous day! 
Could you spare me a day? 
In which the sun you hold hostage,
Can come out and play? 

Copyright © Ekso Ekso

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Diving in April
It's sure to please
If you're like me
You're about to freeze
Diving in April
be sure to bring some towels
For those long boat rides
And the wind that howls
Dicing in April
Don't forget your hood
For if you do
It will not feel so good
Diving in April
The hot tub at its best
Just make sure
You include your favorite guest
Diving in April
You'll need a few to go
Because it's cold down there
When it's 48 below
Diving in April
and meeting new friends
Knowing for the season
You'll know them to the end
Diving in April
Starting a new year
Keep diving with us
No matter what you hear

Copyright © Victoria Scott