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18 As Of Today
18 School shootings as of today
In Parkland 17 precious souls blown away
When will there be another kill?
Or another or another?
Where was this horror conceived?
Things happened we never thought we’d believe
Our children not safe in the day
A sick shooting gallery now on display
It’s children’s play getting guns today
Dad has a gun hidden
He thinks you don’t know
You bought a rifle
It was all cleared
Locked up for safety
But not this time
It’s Quite a secret
It’s Quite a thrill
To plan your revenge
How many people to kill
It seems too many guns are in play
The criminals always find an illegal way
Registered gun owners shudder and get blamed
The lawmakers quip and quote
“Things have got to change!”
I hope we don’t get jaded by this travesty
Or get less sensitive and hardened someway
Every time another tragedy happens
When Someone / somewhere goes astray
We need to have the right words to say
As a country we need to stand up and pray
Who knows when it will come again?
How close will it be to you?
What school is the next to pay?
19 is too much a risk to take
Pat LeDuc
February 15, 2018
Pray for Parkland FL
Wistful and withdrawn, I wander through the night
Feeling grim and melancholy, a shroud of darkness tight
Depression grips my heart, its hold is strong and true
A gloomy cloud above me, my feelings all askew
I hanker for light and happiness, a break from this despair
But all I grasp around me is darkness everywhere
I strain to shake the sadness off, to find some peace of mind
But my views castle pulling me down, leaving me behind
So I walk on, lost in whimsey, seeking a way out
Hoping that tomorrow will fetch something to shout about
For now, I’ll hold on walking, through darkness and pain
Hoping that somehow, someway, I’ll find happiness again.
For some portentous events, unostentatious activity
Without the extra burden of strained, searing captivity.
Written: June 05, 2023
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
This is a Hat that Heals,
no gimmicks, no tricks, no steals.
I hate this is your trial, so go through it with style,
I pray this eases your pain,
and new hope and faith you gain.
This is a Hat that Heals
your smile will seal this deal
someone loves and cares in a special way
so smile big, laugh it's okay.
Things will get better soon
Your Healing, their is still time and room
Forget all your troubles for now
God will breakthrough someway or somehow
I care and love you today
Remember, love makes sickness decay
You are loved no matter what
Perfect in every way no buts
This is a Hat that Heals,
no gimmicks, no tricks, no steals.
As you go about your day,
remember I thought of you this way.
This is a Hat that heals.
A s usual
B efore bedtime
C ome sit with me he did say
D onald Dennis my grandpa
E tering the inner room curtain
F alling by his bedside we
G athering almost in a circle
H earing his old cracked voice
I nner our heart ears
J ust before he fades up
K nowledge of life and mysteries
L oves to our memories embrace
M ind our tender age
N o man knowns it all , he did say
O pen your heart's ears let them pump wisdom to the veins
P ut attension inner your forebrain pulse before you get puzzled
Q ueer the times and tides
R eminiscence life not bed of roses
S ay ye when you mean ye and no when its no
T hrust not away the truth but trust in the Lord
U se your instincts unbelief goes the broad path
V ine fruitful when vintage is come
W ait patiently your time impatience is a step
forward three step backwards
X ylose by his bedside ,sip little then winkled
his eyes yearn his this words
Y ou recall someday someway somewhat
somewhere when time upon you.
He watches me with soulless eyes.
His hands are cold as ice.
His lips kisses my beating pulse.
He knows what he actually wants.
I never would fall for a demon's heart,
for I've seen his darkest desire.
Though I know he planned for this.
for me to fall into his trap.
His caress sends my body a flame.
My heart fills up with shame.
Why did he decide to torment me?
When did I become his sacrifice?
No, Damien!
Not this way.
Why me?
Tell me exactly what do you see?
Your red gaze will not make me submit.
I cannot be what you want,
but somehow, someway I'll be here in the end.
Somehow I'll be your slave.
I am known to talk in my sleep
Instead of counting little sheep
I giggle and I laugh out loud
You’d think that I was in a crowd
The laughing might jolt me awake
I need my sleep, for heaven’s sake
But I expound on some grammar rule
And yell at students in some school
Last night I laughed so hard I ached
Got told off by my grumpy mate
From the bedroom I was banished
My hope of getting Zsss just vanished
Can’t help it if I talk at night
Much like I do during daylight
I guess the poor guy needs a break
To alleviate his poor headache
I wonder sometimes what I say
Do I give some secret away?
What if I moan someone’s name?
Asking him to be wild not tame?
Oh dear, oh dear, I need to find
Someway to close this mouth of mine
Or else my laughter will turn to tears
And I’ll be alone through coming years!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
He fell in love with the blue arching
He fell in love with his hair standing on end
He fell in love with the power
And he fell in love with you.
He never chose to leave, but his job
Took him away.
Every day he risked his life,
Never making a mistake.
He went out in the rain,
And always came home.
He went out in the snow,
And always came home.
He went out in the lightning, sleet
and storms, and always came home.
On a routine day, with the sun shining,
the clouds rolling by, and the shift
almost over, he didn’t make it home.
There is no rhyme or reason, it was his time to go.
But he didn’t chose to leave you.
Questions remain unanswered,
Prayers remain unheard,
How’s and whys linger in the air
No one there to respond.
A mistake? A Miscue? A Slip? A Fall?
A death, never to come home again.
His last thoughts were of you,
I’m sure, and little ones left behind.
But he never chose to leave you.
Someway, somehow, someone, somethng
took him from you.
Somewhere, sometime, it will be easier
To let him go, knowing
He didn’t chose to leave you.
His friends will come calling
to explain his love of the power.
His coworkers will stop by
To explain the love of hair standing on end.
His boss will call on you
To explain how well he handled the blue arcing.
But no one will explain
Why he left you.
Remember him as he was, strong
Dependable, your lover, your friend.
Remember him as he was, kind, gentle
A loving father to those kids.
Remember him as he was, dedicated,
Driven, a worker whose career was cut short.
Remember
He didn’t chose to leave you.
One hundred years away from now...
Two-thousand, one hundred eighteen,
advances in today's know-how
will be the past on 'new world' scene.
Yet, what will change and what will stay...
so hard to find an answer to,
since now a hundred years, someway,
flies faster than it used to do.
We'll need more time for flying cars,
sky monorails from state to state.
More time to settle up on Mars
with air that we can acclimate.
But, lonely times we will embrace
behind new futuristic screens.
There all our actions will take place...
less human-like, more like machines.
We'll work from home for companies
with formal meetings through VR;
and purchase all necessities
on internet's worldwide bazaar.
Provision services airways
will drone to us our goods and food.
Home entertainment clicks away,
through holographic aptitude.
Robotic-like machines will serve
production done by hands before.
Technology will strengthen verve
to more non-humanly explore.
Less face to face between our kind...
all feelings, thoughts, fly thru the air.
Heartfelt emotions leave the mind...
much less to think about...or care.
Sandra M. Haight
It’s near, it’s here you can feel and smell it too
Autumn has blown in; the air is worn out, not new
The decaying of the leaves fills the autumn breeze
Blowing free and fast it brings in the autumn sneeze…
Flu season has arrived with the decay filled autumn air
It’s not right we didn’t get a summer, it really isn’t fair
All the seasons strike a fear in someway for all of us
Winter snows, the north wind blows and makes you want to cuss…
Spring brings with it hay-fever, another sneezing season
Summer gives us sunburn, but we risk that for a reason
We all need the sun we bathe and wallow and breathe it in
But when the autumn reaches us, it really is a sin...
Dark nights swoop on down, just like a Halloween ghost
Winds batter us all inland and not only on the coast
Rain is ever constant, breeding fresh new bugs for flu
So autumn air is for the flu-jab, it’s now time for that to renew.
© 31/10/2102~GG~
Contest entry for “Up In the Autumn Air”
Enslaved by the very being of our existence
Obey the laws of nature
Eat, drink or perish
Shelter from cold, shade from heat
Love for pleasure
Hate for survival
Souls searching something spiritual
Does death beget freedom of this human realm
Or are we simply reclaimed by earth
Nourishing the soil fattening worms
Trapped in this bubble
Of fragile human life
Does birth decide our destiny
Are dreams gateways to realms untouched
Staring through glass walls
Stones grasped in tight fingers
Dare to throw and shatter this illusion of life
Dare to pop the bubble
Lying next to a lover
Naked and raw
Sensations of the body and mind
What is love but to love and be loved
Someone searches for something more
Somehow someway something
within this realm of humans