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I am one
nation under God
I am many
ethnicities together in a melting pot
blending to encompass positive traits
Finding strength in diversity
I am all
about freedom
to escape tyranny
immigrants sought my New World promises
I am few
times startled like a deer in headlights
blindfolded even after 9/11
but still carrying a torch
I am
Lady Justice and Lady Liberty
the dreams of founding fathers
promises of yesterday and hopes for tomorrow
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
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I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing,
a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.
Yesterday Fozzie got a job singing at Shamrock Bar,
I told him I would drive cuz' it's not very far.
Out ran Rizzo the rat, stood like a deer in headlights,
I wanted to see Ms. Piggy later...oh, of all the nights!
Swerved and crashed into Rowlf's juniper dog house,
"oh I can't believe that annoying little mouse!"
Rowlf had the company of Animal and Gonzo,
what a sight to see Gonzo with an emerald afro!
We walked in to find a parakeet sleeping in moss,
"oh man, my arm hurts! It's about to fall off!"
I heard, “ARG! RAH!” Animal threw me a frozen lime,
I thought, “ will this really help? Pain is shooting to my spine!”
Then Scooter ran out with pickles, pears and olives,
Swedish Chef “Shmuf shaf”, was cooking basil and sage omelets!
I saw Staler and Waldorf cracking jokes in the balcony,
"I'm getting so annoyed, this is not the time for comedy!"
And who would have thought they would be the best greeters?
A first aid kit came out from Dr. Bunson and Beaker!
"Geez, I am feeling a little better, this injury is no biggie,
in walks my concerned lover, the bossy diva Ms. Piggy!
I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing,
a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.
Different Shades Of Green Used: 1. Shamrock 2. Juniper 3. Emerald 4. Parakeet
5. Moss 6. Lime 7. Pear 8. Olive 9. Basil 10. Sage
~Date Written : March 1, 2016~
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
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I'm nervous and careless, I'm sad and mad.
It'll be what it will be.
Because it is what it is.
Nervous and careless, sad and mad.
My belly tight, it hurts real bad.
My heart beats fast, i feel it in my hand.
The loss in my eyes, like a deer in headlights.
It makes me ill and filled with fright.
This world closing in with unexpected winds,
Twirls and swirls me around, until I the hit ground.
When it's all over is when I'll begin.
There and then i will finally be found.
For now in my present in anxious torture.
I'm nervous about this and careless for that.
I'm sad from the past and mad for the future.
I will face without choice my mistakes.
The storm I won't be able to escape.
It'll be what it will be
And I'll do what i have to do.
But I'm nervous and careless, I'm sad and mad.
Why do I do see all the deeds done bad.
Copyright © Skylee Jones | Year Posted 2010
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Today I lay,
a white rose,
upon your grave,
and tears,
seep onto,
the ground,
that now engulfs,
what was once,
my first love.
I kiss your tombstone,
remembering you,
at first sight,
as my heart,
skipped a beat,
as my eyes,
glance into,
the mystery,
of the pair,
of eyes,
that met mine,
that continues.
to travel,
through the labyrinth,
of my soul.
Splashes of red,
color my face,
as the memory,
of the night,
I felt your hand,
caress my own,
as you stole,
my heart,
with your,
affection,
that captivated,
the girl,
that thought,
no man,
could express,
towards her.
Agony consumes,
my thoughts,
running in circles,
that perplex,
my spirit,
with traces,
of my mind,
focusing on,
the deer in headlights,
that was slaughtered,
by the man,
I believed,
was my soul mate.
I laughed half-heartedly,
to ease remnants,
of pain,
as I viewed,
the bold lettering,
of your name,
etched upon,
this rectangular rock,
within this cemetery.
I placed a note,
beside your grave,
with a vignette,
of my rage,
anguish,
and inevitable love,
for you.
Years of fearing,
of falling into your grasp,
were far worse,
than the night,
you attempted,
to taste upon,
the purities,
of my innocence.
There were months,
when I let,
myself drown,
in self-blame,
making excuses,
for your behavior,
creating a paradox,
of sadistic love,
and intense hatred.
On my wedding night,
I cringed as fragments,
of that early august,
morning encounter,
entered my mind,
and guilt became,
visible inside,
my deep hazel eyes,
as my husband’s gaze,
met mine,
and the night,
that should have,
ended with me,
giving him the gift,
that only he,
would receive,
was decimated,
with sounds,
of your body,
Pushing violently,
into me,
as silence,
muffled,
the words,
I begged,
to escape,
from my lips.
My feelings,
are now a scar,
no longer,
painful,
only a reminder,
of a hard,
life lesson,
learned.
So today I forgive,
you,
with this white rose,
symbolizing,
my pure heart,
that contains no love,
nor hate.
I whispered,
as I walked,
away from,
you,
and prayed,
you,
heard.
These words,
“my Innocence,
my heart,
now belongs to,
my lover,
who deserved,
what you,
believed to,
belong to,
you,
without consent,
and I am letting go,
of every aspect,
that connects,
you to me,
with this good bye.”
Copyright © Jadyn Kilmon | Year Posted 2011
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The Belt
Nineteen eighty-four
That infinite time in history
Graduation day
A turning point for me
Wings grown
And almost ready to fly
I set out into the world
With my hopes aimed high
Head swollen
I was like a deer in headlights
Had I learned nothing in twelve years?
That would give me insight.
Overnight I went from knowing everything
To not knowing anything at all
When your pedestal is too high
How quickly one can fall
Thankfully I had loving parents
Who placed we firmly on my feet
And set me off to college
And kept my butt to the heat
For in the next coming years
I learned what life’s all about
Even though I stepped into life’s pants
I still needed a belt
Thank you Mom and Dad
From you guidance I could not hide
For even though I was eighteen
I still needed you by my side
Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2011
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the bank manager came out from the back of the office
when s/he heard a loud noise & screaming coming from
the front of the bank &
s/he found her/himself walking straight into a robbery that was already in
progress---
looking down at her/his feet, while stopped in her/his tracks (deer in headlights),
s/he saw the body of a teller that s/he’d known for some years
twitching in those last throes of life &
as it left her wide open eyes, flickering away,
the bank manager’s heart seemed to stop right in her/his chest
as the robbers continued to pull triggers on others who wouldn’t seem to be
quiet
(as they had been instructed to be).
while the button to alert the authorities was only a few steps away
the whole scenario made the journey impossible for the bank manager who only moments ago sprung from their chair in the back office,
to see what all the commotion was about &
when they looked up from the body of the teller
who’d just been freshly killed,
a robber bearing a fully automatic of some kind
made eye contact with this terrified creature---
“get on the ****ing floor like the rest of them!”
he yelled at her/him,
wanting her/him to lay down on the floor face down,
as the rest of those still alive in the bank had done,
but it was like yelling at a brick wall, for the words just didn’t seem to make any
connection &
in the heat of the moment,
rather than spend any time thinking it over,
the robber turned to fully face the frozen person &
unloaded a few rounds in their neck, head & chest.
Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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swore you knew someone
but they changed like jekyl to hyde
like oil & water deciding it was better to work together toward
something less concerned with others---
more to the point,
you swore you knew someone who you no longer know &
you’re certain of this because you see less & you hear less
from them
(cannot make their face out anymore/cannot make their voice out anymore)---
seems they climbed the ladder without you
seems they saw the tip of the pyramid &
clocked out,
snuggling right down in their little tent with their little brood
to count the days of their life away all
insular,
and you can’t have a conversation beyond the pathetic polite
pleasantries of parasitic
politicians
anymore---
it makes one wince
it makes one tear
it makes one tremble
it makes one stare (shocked like a deer in headlights roaring towards with no intent of stopping)
all wrapped up in how distance from each other
embeds itself,
separating & destroying
slowly.
Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2011
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i do not want to have to ask you to hold my hand
i do not want to have to voice my insecurities
like glass shards rolling off a tongue
or a blade lodged in my throat;
it isn’t easy, to say the least
i don’t want to feel like i am perpetually the deer in headlights,
feeling the danger but staying,
regardless.
you looked so harmless in the summer light
but the heat has long since died out
and the light is anything but warm
i do not want to have to ask you to hold my hand -
you wouldn’t do it, regardless.
Copyright © Michele Sherman | Year Posted 2018