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Hi and welcome to my blog.  Hopefully you have visited my blog to read some of my writing.  Nothing beats finding that perfect poem, phrase or story to explain how you are feeling.  Often times I am asked to write something through my group on Facebook entitled "Prompted".  This group will give me a picture or a phrase and I have to write something containing it.  The first prompt for which I wrote "The Flight" required three words, owl, lightning and pudding.  The second was my basis for "Wide Awake" Sometimes I just have a feeling and start writing and when this happens just let me be.  A combination of these writings are what I wish to convey to you, my reader.  I hope that my writing touches you in the same way it touches me as I write it because isn't that the purpose of a poem is to feel it? 

Monday, September 2, 2013

Things that go Boom in the Night


The whole world sits back and watches sulkily,
As chemical bombs hit the people of this dynasty,
Children dying and crying all through the night,
This nation is struggling with all of its might,
The world sits back and watches so unsure,
Of who ordered what of who is keeping score,
All that matters is the innocent with their lives are paying,
The ultimate price while leaders are obeying,
Trying to conform to the letter of the law,
Watching in silence they hem and they haw,
What's to be done for the people that are dying,
Is anyone's guess the whole world is crying,
The government's of the world shrugging their shoulders,
While all around these people bombs are dropping like boulders,
Filled with chemicals meant to maim and kill,
The cries of the people tormented and shrill,
How can the world sit back and do nothing,
They would rather sit back instead of doing something,
While innocent people live in horror everyday,
Afraid to sleep you can hear them pray,
Someone must do something without second thought,
Of the cost to themselves other wars have been fought,
To oust the people responsible for this atrocity,
They should pay the ultimate price for this monstrosity,
And God forbid the countries that could lend a hand,
Are fought by their own people stick their heads in the sand,
The people are rioting and picketing and protesting,
While these people die,  they are in their beds nesting,
It's not their concern the affairs of the world
As long as they don't have to pay with their sons or their girls,
Concerned for themselves and all in their keeping,
These people can die who cares stop your weeping,
Well sleep tight tonight in your beds while they fight,
Afraid of all things that go boom in the night.