Ironic
Looking through the eyes of another
do I see my enemy or just someones mother?
Cautious as the wind
Whom to blame, when to mend?
Ancient queries of actions taken
Today's worries of those mistaken.
Scarlet letter branded mistress,
Dancing teens, dangling witches.
Towers fell, glass gleaming.
Celebrations to remember
As silent guards protect us.
Brandied souls doomed to death
all for the sake of those wishing heaven sent.
Who to trust, to govern this watch
As we listen to squawk blaming each other.
What you see is what you get
But, is this something we'll forget?
Lessons learned are our fates own worms
Eating away as reality squirms.
Each situation we see, at the hands of a demon man,
Each situation we see, at the hands of a demon man,
Young girls dreamed of life and song,
taken away by these man-made storms.
taken away by these man-made storms.
God and Allah is one in the same here on Earth as in heaven.
Watching man destroy each other in the name of a Holy Father.
9/11/2005******************************************************
Footsteps in the Sand
Window left open no rules to guide
A little one cries, no mommy to say goodnight
Parental escapes, children left behind
Punishment phase tough and real
Tears of why please we'll not fail
Give her a chance she will prevail.
Too late the cries are real
The tears stream down from justice hill.
Why, why, why the questions are asked
What did she do to deserve this path?
Nothing! Moaning echo's so shrill
Conceived amid a thrill.
Lucky the start given didn't end sooner
Sparing the little one this drill.
Open arms reaching out for her
Shadowy parent needing space,
Little one soon learns from snakes.
Life's victims come in all sizes
Some fostered some in crisis.
We pray dear Lord for the little one to survive
Amidst snakes and victim lies.
We pray that you will guide
As you have since summer appeared
And she will come home amid our tears.
Nothing left from within
Little childish grin.
Choose your steps from now on,
Watch those with strong arms.
Question who comforts from behind bars.
Ask for guidance from above
Not all humans capable of love.
Take the empty words of crippled man
While, remembering footsteps in the sand.
12/2006
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Twelve Good Men said I Did
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Twelve Good Men said I Did
Times have changed
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Shew!! We really learned a lot Mrs. Collins this school year!
5/11/2001
some cities have grown
others you knew
only silent spots
along the empty road.
Your unrestrained journey of
seventy-seven years,
crossed over many boundaries and borders
only a few knew.
Once asked what is your crime?
"Murder"! echoed your undaunted reply.
"Did you do it?", the question was asked.
"Twleve good men said I did", was all you replied.
Enduring vibrant weathered man
much loved by those desiring
the tender touch of your tinkering hands.
Keeping to yourself
wanderer full of muse,
puzzled before of your secret trails,
now ends come loose
our annals to reveal.
Only a name until just the other day
disciplines grant us now a history
of you who've rested long
in a quiet August grave.
8/2000*****************************************************
Is It True
The dark corridor was long
the empty room sweltering hot.
All dressed in their Sunday best
The little ones stood in wonderment.
Quietly two small girls
hair all done up in pigtails and curls,
Stood along side a brother
shuffling from one foot to the other.
As a kindly offer
a man from behind a desk
tempts the tiny trio with a bag of sweets
and the silence is altered.
Quickly from school the eldest runs in
breathlessly saying "Mama is it true what the girls are saying at school?
Some five years in the making undaunted by the clamor
the young woman continued to scurry without a sound.
Tending last minute preparations
for the return of a beloved Papa
from his work that took him out of town.
"What's that honey?", she asked as she carried on
"That our Grnadpa hasn't been just working out of town".
"Don't you worry" the unshaken mother said
"your Grandpa - he's a good man,
no matter what those Randolph people say
your Grandpa has God to lead his way".
For all the years that preceded
Ne'er again did the Mother speak of this
she relied on that same God to give her peacefulness.
8/2000***************************************************************
Deat PaPa I Love So Much
I love your strong hugs and the smell of Old Spice.
How I long for another trip to the door
to join you in bacca spit once more.
Your laughter from jokes you and mama would share.
Your loud sneezes that would sometime scare.
In a darkened room with socks folded by the chair
watching Johnny Carson in the televisions midnight glare.
For all the feathers that graced our nose'es
and a quarter for those who didn't wiggle
even down to their toe'es.
And those days I spent waiting for your return from work
It was more than a hunch
It was more than a hunch
that I would attack what you left me in your lunch.
Yearning for the summer I turned 13
and our adventurous drives
to Red River and Trinadad with me behind the wheel
and your encouraging words to speed up at will.
To have Granny in the back
with eyes closed shut
pretending to sleep
as I passed those trucks.
Once again to sneak off to the airport
with her and eat hot dogs in your car.
Oh, those tale, tale signs of forgotten napkins
in the glove box.
To deny once more that such took place
behind your beloved car doors.
For just one more trip atop a creaking rollaway bed
the distance was short from the bedroom
to the living room we all shared,
but in my head a lifetime of dreams I wished upon there.
For another look out your Esterino Street windows
in search of Santa Claus.
To seek out from underneath the lighted Christmas Tree,
your socks we used as stockings
filled with candy, nuts, apples, and other treats
that Mr. Santa left there near all those little feet.
To watch you kick tires and look under hoods
to see you drive up in another new car
and wonder how long it would be ours.
Reminiscing these childish things and such
here on this cold December morn
Oh, Papa I love you so much
Papa, remember I loved you first.
12/7/2002******************************************************
Mrs. Collins
We learned a lot this year!
We learned on the first day God created light,
And on the second day there was water.
On the third day there were plants
that grow silently in the night.
On the fourth the sun, moon, and stars
came out shinning bright.
Then on the fifth day
the fish and fowl came along our way.
On the sixth day he followed with animals and people
like me and you!
And on the seventh day God took
a well-deserved rest.
Awaking on the eighth day he said,
"I'll need some help to see this through,
They'll need teachers like you".
Out came newspapers and magazines, along with scissors and glue.
Creating picture books with every animal they'll see at the zoo.
He said, "They'll need field trips, tardy slips, backpacks, and lice.
Surely that combination will make everything nice."
Then God said, "We'll ask a few mothers what they can do?
The kids can learn a word in Spanish or two.
We'll fill the days with singing, swinging and playing chase.
We'll throw in an art class just for imaginations sake.
And on the last day of the long school year before you rest,
We'll end the class with a loud cheer full of zest!"
5/11/2001
