911 Ceremony

Our face denies emotion with our stancethough years of suffered loss bring no relief.Today we view the gas mask with a glanceas firemen-stunned among the Tower’s grief.Our calm defies the hurt within recalledthat day we ran through dust as panic stings.Our hair turns white remembering their fallthat day when ashes flew our feet had wings.

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“The End of Love”

“The End of Love” That end to our emotions mixed with doubt.That chill is in the air and she’s a thief.Her danse macabre comes with September’s routwhen green things turn and wither with relief. When colors drunk with abnormalitycry out; their bloody cost then tossed to ground.Their voices hushed. Dry, crackled brevity.Plain-parted things, their dust cannot be…

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The Flowers of the Field

Photo by Priceless Times Photography “The Flowers of the Field” The reach within your baby hands so sweet make father want to hold back ticking time but even you, my child , are forced to meet a different kind of father in this rhyme. He’s called old Time and steals your innocence Allows your golden…

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For Johnny

  (Photo by Jacqueline Casey) “For Johnny” When silver leaves sigh, trembling to the grounda brilliant gold is sprinkled everywhere.Sure, then I hear your laughter mid the soundof steps that shuffle up abandoned stair. When scarlet leaves dance, hesitant to partlay deep in dusty shadows, they intoneand whisper “I have been here where my heartknows…

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The View From My Back Door

The glow of silver trees against blue sky against a deeper royal blue ally as snow now blankets each and every limb with loving care, their mother covers them. The trees so loved by nature’s wintry blast it seems some artist covers to contrast. Her richest blue encircles icy trim with loving care, their mother…

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Martin’s Dream

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” Martin Luther King, Jr. Martin’s Dream I fall into the blackest hole in space my soul now travels through the darkest scene; a foreign place where there’s no time or grace. I move through tunnels…

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The Hearing of Judge Kavanaugh

Salacious allegations now may seize and rip Scalia’s spirit as it falls. Inside, bold lies may bend us to our knees  and rattle glass that shake these hallowed halls. Lead voices at the hearing speak of law  yet minutes into speech, a sentence shrill:  malodorous, her laugh; demonic scowl:  Her urgency grows stronger as she…

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