There is a chord
In your song
That makes me cry
It touches me
So deep...
I wish
It was
For me

Hurdles confront me
I’m standing in place
Bound by the outcome
I inevitably face
Resistance is futile
How much time can one waste?
In an existence of quandary
Beyond time and space
That’s where my mind wanders
With my head in the clouds
Aloof and in danger
Still, I stand proud
Resilient or stupid?
It’s undecided, unclear
But it helps when confronted
With undeniable fear
So, I continue, my foot on the gas
My hands on the wheel
Till I derail and crash
And come to terms with what’s real
And hope it won’t last
Driven by madness
Driven to madness
I’m condemned to my fate
Exposed to the differences
Unto which we all can relate.

She used to be,
a fairy,
translucent wings,
dances with bees.
Befriending hummingbirds,
and taking sips,
from morningdew.
Fluttering,
twirling,
in the breeze,
she used,
to be,
a fairy.
Her giggles,
made flowers,
bloom,
like fields.
She had,
tea parties,
with mice,
she used,
to be,
a fairy.

A well lit path is not part of my journey
Mine's through a dark ally
The thoughts that emerge from the shadows come in a hurry
A savage flurry of the eire
Physically consumed with how badly this could turn out for me

©2024

There used to be
a plethora of students
who had to post poems
for school.  

Some felt the teacher’s
assignment was cool,
While others felt
the experience was cruel
.
The tweens, and the in between
Know what I mean
Trying to awaken creativity
Unlocked awareness activity

Some rose to the challenge,
it was wonderful, great
Others refused
to seriously participate .

The kids quickly learned
There are no wrong way
To share what they
want/need to say

Content first meter and style
Will develop after awhile.
The content quickly grew dark
As they open the recess of their heart.

To speak of wanting to DIE
You can feel their battered cry
Grasping with a world of fear
Afraid to say what is imagined or real

Each day worse the the one before
Shooters coming to the classroom door
Panic hide, under your desk, upon the floor
The shooter the only one keeping score

Friends dead before their eyes
Afraid to make a sound; a muffled cry
We all want to know WHY
Responsibility SCHOOLS denies

A million Questions all the same
This was no a drill nor a game
People going insane
Broken people remain

Time to pick up the pieces and move one
Life empty with loved ones gone