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She had a busy life, with no time for fun
Being a scientist, always on the run
Well respected, well mannered exterior
Belief in duality human nature superior
Believing we all have a good and evil inside
Obsessed, her studies she would try to hide
In a quest to separate two opposing forces
Created a potion, to see what her course was
Waking she felt quite exhilarated
Fascinated it’s freeing, rejuvenated
With a sense of freedom felt a liberation
Not realizing there was a transformation
Drinking the potion she felt an exhilarating rapture
Clueless that her personality would be fractured
When the room began to spin round violently
Losing control she had fallen down silently
Dr Jekyll didn’t realize what she had unleashed
Or how her repressed desires turned beast
Never thinking her alter ego she had set free
Complex she had no idea what would be
When realization hit, she could no longer hide
After Hyde took a life, she was horrified
Horrors of her actions came to her gradually
Not knowing she lost her own individuality
With the potion brought on a complication
Forgetting what was her selfish motivation
Consumed with guilt, blood on their hands
Trying to think quickly, she needed a new plan
With her action, an alter she couldn’t break
Tormented by a creature she can never escape
Feeling trapped with herself and her monster
In the end it was both their life’s that had cost her
THE NOW CONTINUUM
Now might linger forever, or be a mere instant
Yet an end to the present may look ever distant
It fights for survival about which it is so insistent
But it may struggle to be defined as a continuum
As from the past, the future is anxious to come
So try relishing this moment, however transient
When or if, the world in our mind ceases to spin
All sorts of adjustments to time must then begin
And a reset requires more than a password or pin
Maybe now is an old concept that has had its day
It can be redefined with some disregard, anyway
But do not shrug it off, as might some insouciant
The idea of now does maintain its certain appeal
But to academics, it still must prove that it’s real
It needs clear thought, but also how it might feel
There will always be time to ask the question why
When the past has passed, and the future is nigh
Acceptance of a theory could be quite sufficient
Written by Gail R DeBole
on March 16, 2022
Updated on March 21, 2022
What would Walt Whitman do?
Would he tweet poem after poem
If today was part of his lifetime?
Tweeting Leaves of Grass to the masses
Or would his poems be lost to the world
Amid the millions of poems posted?
What would Emily Dickinson do?
Perhaps, still a recluse, but with a technical spin
That jettisons her words throughout the virtual sky
To the masses amid thousands,
Floating amid millions of other poets’ words?
Would both their words compete for the virtual sky?
Words are competing, poets scrambling for
The attention, the connection to others, and, perhaps fame,
That the poets who came before earned
Without the Virtual sky.
I sat in my boat built of pine-needles, hope, and some twine,
Tangled in patience and twenty-pound test on the line.
My oars were two spatulas, chipped at the handle and blade,
Dreaming of sea bass in the silence the salt grasses made.
But then came the sky—it turned sour, a bruised, heavy grey,
And the inlet ceased its leisure to clear out the way.
A mountain of water—a wall that decided to rise,
And I felt very small in the wash of its cold, hollow eyes.
It didn't just tip me; it folded me deep in its palm,
A violent, wet secret that shattered the morning’s faux calm.
I was tumbled like laundry, a button caught loose in the spin,
Swallowing bubbles and shivering out of my skin.
Then—thump—on the gravel, I’m spat out like something discarded,
My pride is all dented, my fishing vest soaked and me half-hearted.
A fish flopped beside me, looking just as confused as I felt,
While the sun broke the clouds and watched all shadows melt.
I sat there, a wreck, dripping salt on the sand and the stone,
Glad to be heavy, and breathing, and mostly alone.
The boat is now drift-needles, a splintered and watery wreck,
And I’m just a human, with brine running cold down my neck.
Looking with hearts eyes we'll find
It doesn't take much to be kind
You don't need powers or capes
Helping a stranger escape
The torment their life is bringing
Or the pain that might be lingering
All around their hearts each day
There is such a brilliant way
To ease the troubles that they see
Making tears of misery
Fall each time new days begin
They just want to finally win
Living free from misery
A simple request to be
Made true if we all just
Give a little friendly trust
That everything will be alright
Letting them know a light
Of kindness can lead them past
All the hurt--it will not last
You never know how one small act
Can make the biggest huge impact
On someone who's really down
Their life can be turned around
If we all take one small minute
To release love--try to spin it
Towards others who need a lift
It would be the greatest gift
No money or wrapping paper
To do something good and taper
The wrong in the world and see
The caring humanity
Flowing and seeping into
Others who are sad and blue
I’ve been having nightmares every
night.
They seem so real and It’s extremely
hot and I feel trapped and I can't
breathe.
But each time my torcher ends when
I hear bells and alarms ringing in the
distance.
I’m no longer a rookie this is my se-
cond year and love what I do.
People often refer to me a as a hero
but I’m no hero I’m a coward.
I’m terrified of my job and don’t think I
can go on like this.
I am a firefighter who is spooked by fire.
My team went in response to a fire last
week, and it was a normal routine.
But this in particular fire was out of
control. And it had a mind of its own.
I froze and I was terrified and my life
flashed before my eyes.
The only life that I wanted to save was
my own.
Now does that sound like a hero or a
coward?
Inspired by a drama series called Station 19
It's a spin off from Grey’s Anatomy
7-28-19
Alexis Y.
Life has cast me upon a distant shore
the would not I have never chose
bits of wood silvered white
dance and spin in morning light
light reflects like jewels bright
in soft glow of mornings light
ebbs and flows the water goes
gaining up and retreating back
hard and firm the wet sand lies
pocked with imprints the dry sand be
lonely cries so softly call
from wings soaring in morning breeze
of those seeking what they cannot find
each day again with endless need
once adventure did for me lie
a new beginning that I did seize
a journey to places unknown
to learn of things unknown to me
many days traveled in ease
carry along flowing breeze
the dome of blue above my head
castles and dragons upon the breeze
yet skies would darken and thunder roll
cold winds would blow and cold rain slash
and I would worry how I may
live not till the coming day
yet most mornings began with golden light
and most days passed in delight
and grand adventures did have I
and traveled to lands beyond compare
and yet one day the breeze did turn
and below unto a distant shore
and from it I could not turn
and did grow the contrary wind
oh how could it ever be
that it all would turn on me
that the course I could not control
carried to where I would not be
dashed upon this distant shore
to a land where I would not be
without a way to sail away
to go again on morning breeze
my footsteps now upon the sand
traveling up from crashing seas
knowing not where I might go
for what this land will hold for me
long I do for what once was
for the travels now loss to me
memories now just remain to me
castaway where I would not be
Hello.
How do you do?
Please come on in
Take off your shoes
Have a seat
And stay a while
I love your clothes
And what a smile!
I’ll make us drinks
And then we’ll chat
Just hang tight
I’ll be right back
Don’t you worry
I insist
Just relax
Now don’t resist
Have you ate at all today?
I’ll make some dinner
We’ll feast away
It’s time to eat
Please come sit down
Do you like my party gown?
I only wear this when I host
And now my dear,
I;ll make a toast
Here;s to you
My new found friend
So glad you drove down this dead end
What was that?
You have to go?
Why the hurry?
Stay for the show
Oh don’t be silly
You are my guest
After all
I brought out my best
Forget the show
Lets have a dance
Why all the fuss
Give this a chance
I will take you for a spin
After all
I took you in
There were others
In the past
Fir some reason
They didn't last
The police had come
and questioned me
They had no proof
they set me free
I think it's time
you take a nap
Drink this first
Then it’s a wrap
Lah-dah-dee
Oh, lah- dee-dum
Looks like another one is done
Oh darn,
I do believe that she is dead
I shall sleep sweet within my bed
I'll bury her with all the rest
This was fun
By far the best
It’s another sunny day
I slept so good
It's time to play
I shall dig another grave
I lost another
What can I say?
And when I’m done
From all this fun
I’ll feed the cat
Then get some sun
Oh my!
Someone is at my door
I can’t believe I get one more
Hello
How do you do?
Please come in
Take off your shoes
Lah-dah-dee
Oh, lah-dah-dum
Homicide is so much fun!
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Questions are proliferating,
people search for answers
in old pants pockets
in long discarded purses.
The scampering feet of baby philosophers
can be heard from the moon.
The media is stymied, they are manipulating,
confiscating and hiding behind the backs
of massively overgrown ballers,
willy-nilly they scribble an alternative reality
upon indoor swimming pools.
The manic mayhem of our daily grind
is wearing our hair thin,
Somebody should take control of the truth,
but it keeps dodging questions
and slamming doors behind it.
Mark my words with invisible ink,
scratch a cat behind its ears,
somersault all you like
but we are all getting overrun
by imperfect pontifications
by the indecent Doctors of spin.
and all this endless self-questioning
keeps replying over and over again
but only in unbreakable code.
Entangled Hearts
Born of silence, twin sparks in the void,
Drifting through time, yet never destroyed.
No tether, no touch, no spoken decree,
Still bound by a truth no eye can see.
One stirs in shadow, the other takes flight,
Mirroring motion in infinite night.
Across the abyss, their pulses align,
A rhythm composed beyond space and time.
Not distance, nor darkness, nor fate can divide,
What dances in quantum, side by side.
Entangled in essence, unseen yet profound,
Their souls in a spiral, forever unbound.
So let the stars whisper, let galaxies spin,
They move as one—without, within.
For love, like light, may bend and roam,
But always returns to its silent home.
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