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Posted on 06/06/14 2:04:44 PM |
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srawland
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Rhyme time – or not
These are way off-topic but they deserve better than dead in a flash drive. Hopefully someone else will post something they've written. The Players What's up with these players today? They want to be on the starting line-up With nary a practice. They feel they deserve a home-run Every time they come up to bat. What's up with that? What happened to being Satisfied with a single base hit The first time through the lineup? If they don't score they sit Out until they are released To play with another team I blame the coaches The Patient II I never met You but I do Know you are deeply Loved because a Score of your friends Have shown up here Unbidden Eyes far away And red because They too see death Beckoning you To the divide We all must cross They turn to us Begging for a Bit of themselves To be siphoned Off in hopes Of saving you It falls to me To explain how It’s not that simple You are particular About who you Find acceptable They cannot help You in this way I can only give Them compassion And the offer To help another But it is of Little comfort When they come to Grasp they are powerless To prevent your Passing The Loss How do you mourn the Loss of the ephemeral? A string of ones and zeros Hidden behind the screen Hacker’s victim or Technical glitch I should have Made a back-up Miscarriage Thoughts, ideas This is great Flowing, streaming I'm a genius Blank, blank I just had it Scribble, strike Take a break Fumble, mumble This is shit The Elder She lives in the past now Fading farther away By the second. Now I am an orphan, the Elder, the keeper of the Names and stories How can I be counted on To provide good counsel? It was not so long Ago I was one of these Young faces now turning To me seeking guidance What a cruel joke life plays On us making us hoary With age but on the Inside we are children Holding fast to the Memories of our mothers A Flight of Fancy Hardwood horses dice Specimens of intestines And hang lithe strips of Flypaper on Christmas trees While defecating purple Popsicles on the sidewalk Gold Star Mother The sun shines brightly today But not for you Children go to school. It was not so long ago I sent you too Full of hope and promise Now unfulfilled. Did you call my name? Were you frightened? Or in pain? Did anyone witness Your last moments In sands so far away? You left that day with all the rest Full of youthful optimism You told me you’d be back And you are, but in a box With ceremony and a flag Today, guns will fire for you Twenty one times Your age minus two _________________ I'm still learning. |
Posted on 06/06/14 2:11:21 PM |
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Steve Caplin
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Re: Rhyme time – or not
Lovely! |