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Gwyn Duffy-Fassnacht Poem
Shows about reality
Get my news from MTV
Ugly people everywhere
Kids today just don't care
Where's the passion where's the fun
Video games eclipse the sun
Online conversations rule
The internet's our research tool
End of times? Have to wait and see
Things today so literally
Tsunami here, earthquake there
Freaky weather everywhere
Why's this poem got to rhyme
No problem man I've got the time
Got your gold card, big SUV
Welfare generosity
No more teachers, no more books
E-zine publishings the hook
Find the paper, find the pen
Find your niche, your call, your zen
Talk to people get a clue
Don't let it be the end of you
Get a job, take a chance
Grab some rythym, bust a dance
Try a new thing, remember the old
Be a big baby when you catch a cold
Pamper yourself, flatter your friends
You won't find yourself alone in the end
Hope you like it, hope you care
At least I had the strength to dare
Copyright © Gwyn Duffy-Fassnacht | Year Posted 2005
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Gwyn Duffy-Fassnacht Poem
Sometimes I want nothing more than to sit and watch you sleep.
The sound of your steady breathing soothes my heart.
Your tiny fist curled under your stubborn little chin.
A reminder of your father whom you resemble so much.
Sometimes you sigh and I wonder what you dream.
A silky curl of hair lies caressing your pudgy cheek.
Recipient of heavenly angel’s kisses before you came to me.
A blessing and suprise you were given to me to protect.
To love and raise up in the image of our true Father.
A difficult task and I feel I’m not up to the challenge.
But I try everyday and sometimes I succeed only to fail.
But your fearless spirit and irascible smile they heal me.
Lead me on to another day another chance to do it right.
A soul sent down from above to mix with genomes and chromosomes.
Spin out and form a wonder in my body nestled under my ribs.
Cherish him the heart cries, teach him the brain declares.
Save him the warrior inside commands and I am overwhelmed.
Until a firm voice enters in and sets things to right.
I will cherish him, I will teach him, I will save him He says.
It is the voice of the One, the Alpha and the Omega, The I am.
Your duty is to be his mother, his confidante, his shelter.
You will provide him sustenance and love and be his guide.
Show him the way, lead him to me for you are all my children.
This is my son as well as yours I gave him to you to keep for me.
One day I will call him back and you will be ready to let go.
He is a part of my plan, my army, my missionaries and my design.
I hear these words and they frighten me, he is MY son.
But I hear the truth in them as well and am burdened with sadness.
With dawning realization I discover that your smile, your laugh.
They are glimpses of heaven and the master plan is clear to me.
With guidance, support and love you will fulfill your destiny.
I carried you inside me, nourished you and cared for you.
Yet you do not belong solely to me. You have a higher goal.
Perhaps you will dance or teach or fight against bitter odds.
But whatever cause you undertake I will be with you there.
Never alone for the bond can not be broken by earthly measures.
And that no matter when or why I should show no hesitance.
For I know that I will always be with you wherever you go.
And for now while you are my sweet baby, you are mine.
Copyright © Gwyn Duffy-Fassnacht | Year Posted 2005
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Tires squeal for purchase
The rain slicked road denies
The rage of metal screaming
Shattering glass implodes
Strobes of light flashing
Red and blue display
Tangled mass of steel
Dead upon arrival
You stand there oblivious
Eyes red and staring
The cause of the destruction
It doesn’t even faze you
Weaving there so numb and stupid
An unlit cigarette in your lips
Hands shaking like jittery birds
Your mouth moves dumbly
You have no excuse
No care no caution
It’s all your fault
You pop your pills with alcohol
A thief, a murderer, callous jerk
Blood on your hands with no remorse
You don’t even realize what you’ve done
Ruined lives with a reckless mind
You took them fast
The red light ignored
Even when you hit
You had no sense of wrong
You’ll go to jail
Three hots and a cot
Maybe get clean, maybe be saved
But you’ll never really pay
The system will set you free
To ride the roads again
Drunk or sober you’ll drive
Forgetting those wasted lives.
But I will not forget
I curse you with bitter breath
Your life to be an endless hell
And I give you an infallible memory.
Copyright © Gwyn Duffy-Fassnacht | Year Posted 2005
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