poetry

Never Forget

No one blinked. No one
Exhaled. We stood motionless
Viewing the aftermath coverage of flight
Eleven’s impact on 1 WTC. The eerie
Reticence was fleeting. We watched
Flight one-seventy-five strike 2 WTC in dismay.
Our collective gasps and audible screams
Ripped into the office silence. The
Grim crisis had only just begun. I realized
Evil had breached our walls. It was then, for the first
Time in my life, that I came to know true fear.

I will never forget how that felt.
I will never forget the events of that day.
I will never forget the rescuers’ fearless response.
I will never forget the heroes that defend our land.
I WILL NEVER FORGET.

 

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Monster Beneath My Bed

I don’t ever want to go to sleep;
There is a monster beneath my bed.
He hisses and taunts; he gets in my head.
I hide under blankets and weep.

Through the darkness I hear him creep.
His presence fills me up with dread.
I don’t ever want to go to sleep;
There is a monster beneath my bed.

Too terrified to make a peep,
I know the demon wants me dead.
That he’ll bleed from me a stream of red,
Just to linger there and watch it seep.
I don’t ever want to go to sleep.

 

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Sparks of Wonder

Ominous
Skies of gray,
Apocalyptic aura

Cloud fissure,
Sun streams
Detonate
Sparks of wonder

 

 

 

 

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Tangled Web

What fallacy, pray tell, have you spun for me today?
A prevaricated tale conceived in truth,
Tangled with a lie? Can you see through your own
Web of flagrant deception anymore?
We shudder at what you’ve become. You
Weave and sew, fabricate and entwine.
When your lips move, the fable begins,
First with the pretense of fact. Soon,
We are snarled in your labyrinth of lies. You
Practice dishonesty like it’s your religion.
To believe that you are more than a maligner is to
Deceive even the fabulist that is you.

 

 

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My Cage

Locked in a prison with no file,
An agoraphobic exile
Misplaced in a world that’s a stage.
I rattle the bars of my cage.

A leper locked away alone,
Becoming feral on my own.
With tears of frustration and rage,
I rattle the bars of my cage.

I write to reclaim sanity,
What’s left of it inside of me.
Words scream silent upon the page.
I rattle the bars of my cage.

 

 

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