Of which country, sunset-lit
Eventide, out west
All that is native to it
Moveless, soundless are.
Age'd, withered, like unto
These folk, parkland benched?
"Insofar as shows we two
For tawny frogmouth
Perched a dead branch, camouflaged!
With grump's stare, afar".
Both aired, but unalike
Processed of minds.
Anarchic; sane.
Harmful. Healthful.
Both aired, but unalike.
First, last, seethe. Lull.
As devils, as angels
Enfolded by.
Street and track-walked.
City; parkland.
As devils, as angels.
Morn, eve, expand.
Summertime nature gracefully flourish
Animals arrange marriages; nourish,
Arranged at fun Disneyland
By preacher Giraffe Parkland
Merge, self-discovery over-flourish.
6/27/2025
Memory still anoints them,
glowing in the ashes
of childhood. The cypress trees
in the parkland at the end
of the street. Tall, knotted
ladders to the heavens
where a child’s outstretched hand
could almost scratch the underbelly
of passing clouds.
You could swing
on the uppermost branches
as if riding a clippers mast
bending in the wind,
sailing imaginary swells
to places whose golden domes
shone through the darkest
days.
And in the cool shadows,
the old stable, its doorway
an entrance to worlds
not known to other mortals.
The dark interior lipped
on the edge of a cave
to the very interior of earth,
holding hells and lava
lapped islands populated
by exotic beasts.
Such things as trees
and tumbled down stables
were not weighted
with the burdens of this world
but were bridges, magical
doorways to an elsewhere
that existed in between,
a special place
with its contours bending
to shapes made in the mind.
I write
to do the same thing.
in bounteous blooms
where rapture and beauty meet
in green parkland days
a colorful blur
gone past the edge of my sight
sweet humming I hear
but mellow sunshine
seems to overpower all
in the time of birds
deer bunnies and bears
are among hedge shapes found there
parkland scenery
It was 20 years ago…the year was 1999
and we thought the world would change….after Columbine
We hoped something would be done
after children were gunned down with their books
We thought the world would change…
and then came Sandy Hook
And we hoped something would be done
we can’t sit back and watch our children die…
and we thought the world would change
then came Marjorie Stoneman Douglass High…
But nothing has been done…
Today these mass murders persist
as we sadly add El Paso and Dayton to the list.
We should have learned our lesson
that was in that first mass shooting taught…
but after Columbine,
after Sandy Hook…
after Parkland…
we did not.
We like to think we are not a heartless people
although we act just like we are.
At what point do we as a nation say
this has gone too far?
So once again I pray we find a solution…?once again I pray we’re ready draw the line…
so we don’t have to wait another 20 years
after Columbine.
If the Parkland families are a disarming mob,
Then the NRA counter-evolutionaries
are an automated killer infestation.
It started out like any other,
Sun warming children’s faces
As they walked into their day
A day of hearts & chocolates
and BIG teddy bears
Celebrating love like
teenagers do
Or not?
Mid-day turns as sun becomes its brightest
Kids sighing relief as their ‘work’ day inches towards its end
Hump day, Wednesday, week almost over
One day closer to their future,
Or not?
Bells ringing,
Shots ringing,
Cell phones ringing,
Or not?
The heaviness of it all,
Impossible to carry,
The world weeps with victims
As dirt becomes soaked with tears and blood.
Blood of our most innocent
Blood of lives not yet lived
Tears of those that must live on.
Tomorrow is another day,
Or not.
She’s a keen lady, well she’s my poodle
One who ‘d roll only in the guestroom,
With quirky manners of caboodle
And whistles proudly , so out of tune:
Once we dashed to her classy stylist
For a new trim fashioned as a mop!
I was quite shocked ; a clownish t w i s t
Yet for dear doggie… that was hip-hop.
Then I saw the bill, how expensive
Made clean locks JUMP in wiry curls--
Feeling a little hypertensive
She clung to me in fondled twirls.
While walking Bubs 'round the parkland
My legs and thin purse hurt badly…
Aghast, she romped as if on demand
With unkempt canines, prancing MADLY!
Broken Wings' Any July 2018 Poem Contest
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Quirky Things That Confound and Confuse Me
Caren Krutsinger 7/14/2018
Entered 8/9/2018
Common sit down you're not cool, quit being a fool.
The Democrat party doesn't give a care bout Black Lives Matter, like you, they support Klanned Parenthood where black unborn children are being ripped apart and having their lives Shattered
These children for gun control are overrated, just like in the 1930s German youth they're being indoctrinated.
People who lost loved ones in Parkland who support Trump didn't get to speak, the far-left only knows how to suppress free speech that is so weak.
On Emma Gonzalez's jacket, she wears a Cuban flag of a communist country where the people are treated so badly, She can't even wear the American flag of the land of free and the home of the brave this is very sad.
Are Boss Hog ruts §?g trying to give a clue like the Riddler, He gave a salute like he's little Hitler
Yes Common God is Great, but he doesn't support your Hate.
This was poem made bout March For Our Lives. Common talking bout Trump's hate,
The resist solute by Hogg, the jacket of Emma
daddy long legs spinning its' web from the ceiling
8 legs of terror, to 8 years of life as a kid.
monster under the bed hurry,
big terrible eyes, gleaming at me from the dark unknown corner.
go wake your mother from her slumber, Dad must rest.
modern fear is 17
dead in parkland at the hands of
a madman, yet mental illness should not be the
cause of FEAR.
Fear, fear, fear,
what do I - a young girl have to fear?
sexual assault, being told I
lack authority because I am a female.
Do not! shrink the power of my gender identity, I do not fear the tall white men who believe their distress
must stay hidden beneath their black engulfing suits
whispering degrading slurs about our temples-our bodies
because fear is weakness, and what is weakness if not a delicate flower ripped from its deep roots in the soil?
weakness is not the white man!
the all-consuming, terror-inducing mastermind
behind fear is you.
Only you allow yourself to be afraid
when we find enough strength in love and hope,
nothing will hold us back
-Katherine Beth
School boys and girls
marching to their own
drum, knowing that fear
smell like piss wetting
your neat Ann Landers
undies, tastes like a
mouthful of nettles
and feels like the finger
of a disposable glove
shoved up your rectum.
It comes from guns
and those behind the trigger
but only without guns
can things get better.
They Would Be Young and Fair
For The Fallen: 2.14.18
Parkland, Florida
they would be young
clear-eyed and fair
radiant and aglow
sun streaming through their hair
they would gambol and
frolic without a care
live as if time had no end
high and in the prime of youth
time waited to be spent
when all was right and in its place
unaware that the dark face of evil
lurked round the next turn
the blinding glare of madness
struck without warning
earth trembled beneath their feet
and the sound of fear seared the air
in the interval seemingly without end
the stream of grief
runs steady and swift
with blood of the fallen
and life was taken from a place
never to be the same again
David Sermersheim
verdant shades
dappled shadows… woodland ways
dancing flower flies
~
woodland... a garden
an arboretum… parkland
fill one's mind with green
~
artists… bemused...
which green to fill their brush…
gardens inspire
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