Such a legend in these dark waters born
Of ships and people vanished without a trace
Broken vessels bobbing along so forlorn
Everything sucked beneath the ocean surface
This mystery of the Atlantic is often pondered
Scholars and skeptics have discussed at length
What's become of these boats that have wandered
Into the wild blue sea losing their strength
Some have questioned how the waters may part
Taking human lives somewhere to the brink
Rumors even abound of Amelia Earhart
Along with her plane disappearing into the drink
Legend or factual truth we may never know
This Bermuda Triangle tale may always revolve
Around speculation that fascinates us so
It's seemingly a mystery we'll never solve
The empty chair next to your bed
Written By Dean Masciarelli
March 4, 2010 (12:01pm)
The empty chair next your bed
May appear like no ones there
But if you will listen very closely
Every now and then you may hear
The sounds of a hushed whisper
That may not come through very clear
And you may smell the fresh
fragrance
of a scent that seems very familiar
It could be cologne or perfume
or the smell of fresh cut flowers
That one of your loved ones used to wear
Just to let you know that they are
there sitting in your empty chair
That may appear like no ones there
To remind you that they will always be near
Expect the unexpected
Expect the Unexpected
to minimize your grieves
Anything will happen in a second
Be prepared to face with dare
Facing the problem
will reduce the serious ness of that problem
Don’t hide your face in the shadows of fear and
not to escape from struggles in tears
They come to strengthen you and
they are stepping stones to your victory
Enjoy your happy with tears and
Bear your pains with smile
Victories are very closer to your failures and
you are very near to your victories
Expect the changes in every second and
Prepare to move away with this world
Shower may fall in summer and the sun may shine in autumn
Be prepared to walk in all seasons
Death and births are just like normal happenings
Nothing is there to say more here
Expect your death at your birth and
hope to live at your last breath
SAKTHEEE S RAVICHANDRAN
It's just a man with sinister plans
Who comes to steal your life
High school girl, college student
It may just be your wife
A patient man with time in hand
He's the one to blame
Like cat and mouse he picks the one
To play his little game
He leaves no clues just T.V. crews
To televise the pain
He's long gone far down the road
While you figure out the blame
There's just one thing you should know
As your walking in the park
There just may be this kind of man
Waiting.....in the dark
Steve D Crabtree
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