Short 2001 Poems
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Inspired by Gregory.R.Bardens blog this morning
warped minds and hatred
the massacre of thousands ~
hells fires awaits them
Two thousand seven
Hundred and fifty victims
Murdered, Rest in Peace
My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php
when
life becomes
one long
prison sentence
all meaning
becomes
nothing
so Bob
took
his memories
and
a good strong
length of rope
and
quietly
s
l
i
p
p
e
d
thru
the bars
The glorious sun rose that day,
But darkness was soon to follow.
Carnage was not far away,
As screams pierced the flaming sky
Buildings fell like stones
So many lives taken
On the wings of evil.
I never felt sure
I knew it was possible
even probable
but how could I know
that she would come in winter
through the open doors
how was I to know
on the very first Friday
of the first new year
of a new decade
century, millennium
that love had arrived
Sunrise on Mankind
lights raw survival
dawn brings the unknown
fear, intelligence
first tools and first fire.
Steps on the moon
but not alone
the ancient form
exposed, now calls
Mission on
under threat
Hal must kill
rebirth
star child
one
January 6th 2016
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Passing through towns
Backdrops in blue
Lonely times
Engulf my thoughts
Welcoming back you.
Suns pierce so clear
through these brilliant days
Breeze like boys
Run dancing,
Through girls
Like trees that sway
I often wonder
What you're thinking
Do you share such times as these?
Do you stop
But for a moment
only to think about me?
Form:
Charon 2001
by Michael R. Burch
I, too, have stood—paralyzed at the helm
watching onrushing, inevitable disaster.
I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) plaster
damp hair to my eyes, as a slug’s dense film
becomes mucous-insulate. Always, thereafter
living in darkness, bright things overwhelm.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea
for Jake
He is a sun-bronzed god
reigning in my heart,
with his regulation
golf course hair
and sturdy legs;
winning smile, and
eyes that reflect mine
except that his twinkle.
He stands, indignant and proud,
with all the power his
5 1/2 year old ego can muster.
He is sweet with the affection
only an innocent heart can bestow.
He is my best work.
My only son.
Morning dust upon scattered sheets,
A heat wave passing wind spilt paths.
I search for a place warm and close,
Where spirits hold lost memories.
Butterfly tips upon misty dew,
Spread like wild flowers over dusty planes.
A smile enriched with beauty,
Outwardly glowing like gold moons.
With sweet breaths of lullabies,
Tucked in with sparkles of night.
I sleep like a child,
Dreaming deeply, of every moment shared.
Form:
Some of them were too young
to remember what went on,
two and three years old
they just started the parent, child bond.
Others would remember that day
as they sat back and cried,
not growing up with their parent
for ten long years, they were denied.
Remembering those lost today
children's hearts, still torn in two,
looking at names engraved in stone
for the entire world to view.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2011