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Michele Beers Poem
21 Cents
The information blackouts
Are drawn at Whitehall, while
Our controls are being hacked
And hijacked, those freedoms
That our parents fought seem
Threatened by a dangerous dream.
Eugenics shadows of the past,
Mechanics to assist or replace.
The voluntary amputee goes
Beyond the boundaries most
Would wish to traverse, or
Rather climb the distant
Himalayas, where we pollute
The air with words, transgress
Modest and grounded beliefs.
An arrogance to assume, that
Our world is superior to theirs.
Powerless in a Powerful flag waving
Nation, grounded as a rusting ship
Waiting to be made over or reborn,
Expanding families lock the door
Against the illegal money lender,
The smooth talking politician
Who wants his cut and your vote
A partner leaves without a note
Of explanation to clarify your pain.
Respect is not inborn but taught
School rules that parents disavow
With every new expletive, give
Example to a powerless refrain,
Singing in the shower, not the rain.
Extinguishing the guiding light within,
To look intently, seeing crouched inside,
The eloquence of well-spoken lies and
The stuttering of an expressed truth.
Copyright © Michele Beers | Year Posted 2012
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Michele Beers Poem
Interior
The glass shades hang on chains
A thin glowing light begins to fill
Creating shadows in the room
Across the pictures on the wall
Weddings of children flown
How lonely now you have become
The needles click against the clock
Your concentration is complete
Lips deployed to count the loops
Tight as your corner where
Your chair is drawn to feel the heat
Sharp sparks spit from the fuel
You collected from the beach,
The widow and her pram of coal
A circumstance that feels so cruel
And hope seems out of reach.
The smell of bacon penetrates
The air still cold with winter breath
A permanence in spite of death
The sandwich that is breakfast
The swede the leek the carrot
The bones of homemade broth.
The thoughts that run inside your mind
I could not begin to guess, before this time
Your life not mine, are secrets left untold
The war you fought, your children grown
The depth of love and loss you've known.
Copyright © Michele Beers | Year Posted 2012
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