Jack Reed Poet Heroic Couplet

I Have Wings.

My final fate has dare become. 
In 48hr’s there will be no one. 
I am not going to leave this Earth. 
This is my home my kin, my dirt. 

I am no different than our animals here. 
Who gave them the right - to leave them here. 
They say I should pack a bag - then go to a place unknown. 
What place is that, surly its not my home.

I rather die - like I was meant to be. 
My soul mate feels the same - so then we breed. 
People are ramping -panicking around. 
Running for their lives - only the rich has a way out.

Hours are up - no Earth to Be
My soul is saved - I am in heaven - I have Wings

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Marycile Beer July 19, 2010 at 7:43 PM Our feelings were the same during our storm dangers, Jack. You put it right on the line. We lucked out everytime. Now my husband and our youngest daughter are wearing wings. Heart and cancer were their down fall. God Bless, Cile

Joanna Smith March 9, 2010 at 5:58 AM i loved this poem and have written ones similar, this one is better! and i think this is a great expression of what is already begining to happen, i loved the last stanza and the last line in the first stanza was great! loved this poem and i hope that you will give mine a good look. Jo

Andrea Dietrich January 9, 2010 at 6:44 PM I like this one. Makes ya think. Loved the ending. Andrea

January 9, 2010 at 7:40 AM Good to hear you are saved and heaven bound. All the fine trapping don't come close to beating that. Good message in your poem. It was so nice to see your name in my inbox today. Thank you for the kind comment. I hope things have been going well for you. Have a good day! Karen

Sara Kendrick January 9, 2010 at 6:45 AM Then the miracle of all miracles happened. A different body form that can instantly be in another place a body that can be seen and touched but go through walls. Great write. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Michael Harman January 9, 2010 at 6:08 AM I hope your poem is not prophetic, but muses of a movie goer. LOL But nicely worded, i was sitting on the edge of my seat.