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I heard it on the news today
One young life just blown away
Eight teenagers riding in one car
How did they think they would get very far?
The car lies mangled and wrecked in a field
Details of the accident one day will be revealed
What probably started out as a bit of fun
Turned into disaster - now the damage has been done
Police on your doorstep must be something all parents dread
A thoughtless action and now a young girl is lying dead
No words I can write can express how sad I feel
I didn’t know these youngsters, but their grief is now so real
Seven young lives left, these are now in tatters
A young life is gone this is all that matters
My thoughts lie with all the families involved in this smash
I pray lessons are learned as a result of this crash
Jan Allison
9th March 2014
~ Please read my notes about this tragic poem~
If you are paranoid and you see the cops give you the eye
Run like a cougar.
Run like the wind,
and do not look back.
If you are learned and you hear them coming
They may indeed be coming after you.
Do not let them get you on the ground.
If there are four of them, fight them all.
Forget being socialized
Forget being mannerly
Forget being polite
Run like your grandma is going to kick your petootie
Because if you don’t
your grandma may
have to kick your butt your petootie.
The child stared at his grandmother.
You are kidding, right?
I wish I was, she told him. I truly wish I was.
I sat on the rocks
By the New Bedford docks
And waited for his boat to return
But the sun went to hiding
Bringing ever bad tidings
And a sea where last lessons are learned
My time spent in vain
For not even a plane
Could find a boat headed out of that storm
As the sea roiled upward
My hopes were dragged under
Which my soul was to curse and then scorn
And the streets emptied out
Churches packed and devout
As the old ones did swear and rebuke
The women all cried
With new legends reprised
As the Parson read words in tribute
Till at the church by the dock
From whence he had left
From its window I yelled through the tears…
“Look to the harbor this night,
the mourning over, I sight:
—My Daddy’s Gaff Schooner is here”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The angels from heaven sprinkle the tears from high; they fall as dew on the earth,
Tears that came from the heart, tears collected from birth.
Through the fits of joyful laughter, to the sobbing of heartache and pain,
They roll down the cheeks, only to be gathered up by the same angels again.
Emotions are the only instigators, in evicting the heavenly dew,
They show the intensity of love, and the hatred when love is through.
Sadness holds the heart to ransom, like a chill turning the drops to frost,
When a loved one has passed on, their partner is left numbed and lost.
However, as the sun warms up a brand new day, and time moves on for a while,
The pain begins to float away; with pleasant thoughts turning sadness into a smile.
From the emotions, which our eyes express as tears, angels will take them above,
And sort them out in categories like sadness, loss and love.
The angels continue to sprinkle the tears from on high, like a carpet of glistening diamonds
they fall upon the earth,
As emotions are learned from the old ones and transferred to the babies from birth.
as i go through this life staying focused on my goals
hoping that i don't lose sight and keep an eye on my soul
may i never sell it,or put it up for grabs
just to get fame and fortune which really don't last
how can one measure happiness? i really don't know
if you have no direction which way can u go?
life can be tricky it often throws curves
sometimes it's with actions sometimes it's with words
i observe daily what goes on in this life
though everyday i struggle,just trying to get it right
what more can i say is the question i ask
as long as lessons are learned from things of the past
Tonight I weep.
Awakened by a memory
As my sleep began to part.
Echos of past fallen tears
like footprints on my heart.
So many gifts God gave to me
each one was heaven sent.
I didn’t know what love was,
or even what it meant.
Love for me was a carnival
I played them all like games.
So many hearts were broken
I can’t recall their names.
The best of all life’s lessons
are learned by going through.
I didn’t know what love was.
Til my heart was broken too.
Tonight I weep, but not for me.
It’s a different drummer drumming.
Tonight I weep, but not for me
I know I had it coming.
These tears are those that still remain
from promises unspoken.
Tonight I cry its not for me.
But for the hearts I’ve broken.
Edwin C Hofert.
Harmony Awaits
by Odin Roark
So dissonant the surroundings
A world in disarray
Like but a discordant accompaniment
The clamor of people’s and beasts alike
Searching for the melodious link
Senses arrest
So many sounds and images
Clashing for lack of attachment
For loss of accepting absonant’s journey
The unmelodious quest for harmony
Like the oils mixing on a palette
The de poisson of a dancer’s effort
The diminuendo of a kettle drum’s fade into silence
The verb’s finding of a perfect object
So goes the many ways of inventive solution
Yet
Most accept the raucous way out
Unwilling to step beyond the threshold of compliance
Away from “that’s just the way it is” cliché
Even though
No different than the perfect coordination
Of a baby’s practiced step forward
Reaching out knowing security awaits
A repeat of trust’s innocence
Re-appearing as the harkening back
When honesty knew only to be
Solutions exist
How pitiable
So many steps result in distrust
When a step backward
Might reveal a fresh start
A new open-eyed acceptance of
The many roads unpaved
Remember
One can always start over
Knowing more discordant experience
Will undoubtedly confront
But one is not destined
To make the same mistakes twice
Unless
There is a need
To create the lessons
Over
And over…
Until they are learned
Harmony awaits
Hypocritical, unethical, selfish, and unlearned
Under developed use of our overstated minds
Militant masochists tend to rule this world
Antagonistic especially towards our own people
Narcissistic insight concerning the global scale
Intelligence is wasted instead of being shared
Tragedy encompasses us forever the witch hunt
Yesterday's life lessons are learned nowhere
11/12/17
Written for contest: "Humanity/Acrostic"
Won 3rd Place in Contest Results
Lessons are learned with each step in time
Each moment and as each day goes by.
Sometimes they're hard And hit us at the core Sometimes their simple As the unlocking of a door However it is that we learn our new lesson
It's Undeniable
That We'll never look at that situation the same again Warnings are meant to prevent us from harm
Warnings are meant to set off alarms
Warning should be taken at Heed
warning at the end should give us a PEACE
Peace is a Luxury that we take for granted so often Peace should be at the core of your being
and in every situation you should find it
Peace is the light at the end of the tunnel Of darkness that's around us with
and if Warnings bells are sounding off remember the peace you find is the true place
Form:
A baby is a vessel
And each caretaker proceeds
To slowly fill him up with what
That person thinks he needs.
So while some will teach him numbers,
Colors and the ABC’s,
Others may tap into music
Or identifying trees.
There’ll be teachers for the extras –
Tennis, swimming, Tae Kwon Do
And instructors in the schools
Dispensing what he needs to know.
But the ones who are the closest
Fill that vessel with what counts
And the lessons that are learned,
Of course, in varying amounts
Are the values that will be absorbed
For perpetuity
As each drip into that vessel
Forms the person he will be.