Touching From a Distance

In 2 weeks it will be the 20th anniversary of 9/11. Unbelievable! Here is a poem I wrote about remembering 9/11 and coming through the pandemic:
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Touching From a Distance
8/2/21
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They took you from me
In the early morning,
The sun rising blood red
Dust was on the ground.
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It ripped you out of life
Like the Mayan’s did
A virgin’s heart, for sacrifice,
Then tossed you into the pit, forgotten.
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Your image rises
Like that morning’s smoke.
Your face never forgotten.
For 20 years your screams fill my mind.
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Last year we social distanced
Never touching the ones we love.
I haven’t touched you
Since the Towers fell.
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The pandemic is over
Or so they say
But down the distance of time
I will always be touching your soul.

 

Quote Of the Week

“Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t goin’ away.” – Elvis Presley

Pray for Haiti

I’d like to share this poem of sadness that I wrote in 2010 after the devastating earthquake hit Haiti. Please pray for all the people of Haiti, impacted by the current massive earthquake, who lost loved ones and for those whose loved ones are still missing.
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A Valentine for Devastated Hearts
2/04/10

 

In the darkness a voice is crying
Blood spattered at her knees.
Her child’s last breath taken
As from the rubble she was freed.
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We send you water
We send you bread
We send you our love so that your soul will be fed.
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On a road that leads to nowhere
Young and old walk in fear.
All around are piled the bodies
Of those they held dear.
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We send you water
We send you bread
We send you our love so that your soul will be fed.
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The innocent children are crying
Orphaned, lost, alone
Wandering the streets of devastation
Who will give them a home?

Bread and water sustains the body
Can’t help you put the pain behind.
Only love can do the healing
Because love is patient, lasting and kind.

Words matter especially when they are lies

I’ve been following the news on Coumo and am so saddened that he has turned out to be such a creep. Watched him all during the pandemic and now to find out he harassed women and continues to deny it. So here is my poem about him:

 

Fallen Angel

 

You were our pandemic savior.

We turned to you for comfort,

For facts and advice.

You didn’t fail us

Until your dark underbelly

Was exposed.

 

Look at you now:

Your hallo tarnished,

Your name disgraced,

Your sins written

On the media walls.

 

Oh worshiper of facts

It is now the facts

That have ensnared you

In a web of deceit

Of your own making.

How the mighty fall!

 

From “Savior” to “Fallen Angel”

Your victims had their say.

They were the tipping point

That will toss you

Out of the phony heaven

You created.

Should we punish you

Or forgive you

For your transgressions?

 

Even now

When all the facts

Float in front of your eyes,

You use your silver tongue

To paint denial.

Your victims can’t forgive

Neither can I.

You shattered the only good memory

I had of that dark pandemic time.

 

I believed in you;

In your goodness and compassion.

Were those 111 days

Of your words

All lies?

 

You betrayed us,

We who placed our trust in you,

As much as the women

You sexually harassed.

It saddens me to know

That the image you project

Is a gilded fake

That cares only for himself.

Quote of the Week

“The weakest part of a car is the nut holding the steering wheel!” – anonymous