It was on the 7th of May.
It was in the early part of the day.
He appeared but was never invited.
Upon seeing his kind, I was not delighted.
There were smaller ones I had seen,
But not this size since I was fifteen.
Slowly, around the corner, I saw him glide.
He then settled into his curl as if to hide.
I called a friend and learned that he was out of town.
I then called a relative who could not be found.
Years ago, I touched a large one as it lay in a hedge.
"He's harmless" are the words that my coworker alleged.
Now, 60 years later, a large one had glided onto my patio.
Of this I was certain: He could not stay but had to go.
I then quickly reached for a hoe and a stick for my defense.
That snake was in the wrong place; Of this I was convinced.
Indeed, I was a little afraid and taken aback;
But my fear quickly switched into a mode of attack.
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Death, an unwelcome visitor in life,
Stealing loved ones, causing heartache and strife,
We stand there, shattered, as they slip away,
Fighting a battle they cannot sway.
A million words and tears won't bring them near,
We try to hold on, to keep them here.
Their loss engraved upon our heart,
Leaving scars that never truly depart.
I feel as if I'm buried with you,
Though I know I should let go, it's true.
I scream to release, but it's hard to start,
Can I find the strength to mend my heart?
Your voice, your warmth, I deeply miss,
Regretting the moments I did not seize.
Yearning to turn back time's cruel pace,
To create more memories, embrace your grace.
They say time heals, but doubts remain,
Can I ever find solace from this pain?
Holding onto memories, a comfort they bring,
Yet, forgetting is not an easy thing.
.
They’re just like us.
Just trying to survive,
in this crazy
brutal world.
Supplying,
for themselves,
and for their families.
Are they really that bad?
A bad reputation,
isn’t always true.
Really,
they’re just like me and you.
They are trying their best,
in a world where it’s decided,
that they are bad.
Acceptance,
a hug?
Those are things they’ve never had.
The world tells them they’re bad.
They are punished for it even if they’re good,
so why not be bad.
Really,
they wanted to be good,
but nobody allowed it.
They were pushed away,
exiled from everyone and everything.
Are these villains, really villains?
Or hero’s unwelcomed by the world.
Emotionally distraught appearing almost physically pained
Lashes and cheeks soaked as if it had rained
Again death comes and knocks at my door.
My family so small how could you take more.
Panicked yet determined all hear my cry.
Let me hold my last sibling close, don't let him die.
Cancer again rears it's grimy face.
Breathing alone for him is a race.
Next to me now, no he is not.
Angels please hear me, he's all that I got.
Heal him bring him fully back into health
You may take my last breath for I have no wealth
Hear my prayers, feel my cries.
Openly tears flow from these eyes.
Please have a care help heal our hearts
End this panic before it starts..
Help me bring my brother home where love can help mask his pain..
A path with obstacles that need to be slain
Scurrying away from humanity's drain
We need each other close where we shall remain
Head as a ballon
Heard unintentionally
Tattlers in the work
I sit and wait inside your thoughts
Looking for the most opportunistic time
Then after I simmer awhile I make my move
And boom I steal your mind
I watch and wait like a stalker does
I learn your every move
Than I invade you most private thoughts
Ones not meant to be known
I leave a mess wherever I go
Just so you know I'm there
I really do get my rocks off
Watching you as your scared
Making sure not to leave my prints
My identity never known
I just want to know I was there
You're never ever alone
I laugh at you from the inside
As you see all my nasty tricks
I'm clapping so hard my hands they hurt
As your taken away by ambulance
I'm that fatal dose that takes control
My pranks have all been played
And though I am a figment of your imagination
Paranoia is my name
In the long silence
Of night fall
I urge my heart not to cry,
As I push aside the haunting
Yesterdays shared by you and I...
Hush!
I cautioned the wind,
Do not whisper his name and
Then I prayed to be strong enough,
To laugh again when morning light
Comes and caresses my heart.
Cynthia
I remember how you helped me
and him happen.
I remember how you'd tag along
with us, blocking the awkwardness.
I remember how when him and I were over,
you'd flirt with him
right in front of me,
as if nothing ever happened.
And then one day he was over it,
before I was.
It's so strange,
so unlike anyone before him.
Now,
you have him for yourself.
Maybe, that's what you wanted all along.
But that means you can't say that I'm the bad friend.
Because you knew how much he meant to me,
yet, you still took him as your own.
This familiar friend
Whom I knew so well
Stiring up hate
And giving me hell
Anger and depression
Is anything but key
He is the root of all evil
And he lives within you and me
How can I run away
Without looking back
Forgiveness is a must
It is what some lack
When I look in the mirror
What do I see
Do I see my reflection
Or him looking upon me
How do I shake his curse
And harvest new seeds
This seems like a CSI case
And I haven't any leads
She moves northward steady and strong.
Her winds increase with each passing second.
Her devastation amasses above the currents.
Yet, she has a name of beauty, Katrina.
Her body, though powerful, moves slowly,
while her outward punches move increasingly faster.
Her arrival is not one that the recipients welcome
as they drive off in haste for their escape and safety.
But, with sadness, I say that others do remain
ready to fight or they have nowhere else to go.
It is for them I pray on this day, to the Lord
to grant them safe harbor and shelter from the storm.