Submissions by The_Dread_Poet
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In a Strange World
On a death bed, united
"Uncle, Uncle?!" screams I
Both born in the City of Angels
The connection between
two is stronger than first
imagined. No blood.
To save a loved one,
burst through the wall
from the other side
Grab the gun, tight
Swinging around, the trigger tugs--
out goes an innocents light
Everything moves in a blur
It's dinner time, to be set
Watching the show, careening about
Ham, turkey, stuffing, and eggs
A celebration for no one
Everyone dances to their own music
On...
"Uncle, Uncle?!" screams I
Both born in the City of Angels
The connection between
two is stronger than first
imagined. No blood.
To save a loved one,
burst through the wall
from the other side
Grab the gun, tight
Swinging around, the trigger tugs--
out goes an innocents light
Everything moves in a blur
It's dinner time, to be set
Watching the show, careening about
Ham, turkey, stuffing, and eggs
A celebration for no one
Everyone dances to their own music
On...
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Victims of Circumstance
"Let us remember those whose
holy temples have perished
and souls continue on,"
she says with a clink of her glass.
Everyone takes their respective drinks while
Two pairs of eyes connect. Two strangers of consequence,
watching, listening, reading, and knowing;
they hold their gazes until chatter cuts silence.
People are dressed in their finest black.
Soft murmurs fill the rooms.
Only children eat the sympathetic pastas.
The air smells of mourning flowers.
Finally the strangers officially meet--
they shake hands and...
holy temples have perished
and souls continue on,"
she says with a clink of her glass.
Everyone takes their respective drinks while
Two pairs of eyes connect. Two strangers of consequence,
watching, listening, reading, and knowing;
they hold their gazes until chatter cuts silence.
People are dressed in their finest black.
Soft murmurs fill the rooms.
Only children eat the sympathetic pastas.
The air smells of mourning flowers.
Finally the strangers officially meet--
they shake hands and...
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