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Oh honey, just look at it, it’s perfect.

Yes it is my love. It’s a bit pricey though huh?

Oh silly stop worrying about the price. Aren’t we worth it?

Yes, of course we are honey; it’s just that with my new job and the End of the World coming on December 21st.  I was hoping we could just rent something and see how things go.

But, I really want this house. It has everything we dreamed of, look at the landscaping; the trees are the right size. And these steps, I’ll be the envy of every housewife around.  Besides, if the planet does crumble we’ll be safe living up here, right?

I guess you’re right. It would be nice to be floating instead of being swallowed up by the Earth. Okay, let’s get the realtor on the phone. I’m buying my honey a house.

Oh yeah, you’re the best husband a girl could ask for. Oh and one more thing sweetie, can we not tell anyone where we live?

Sure, okay. But why?

Well, once we move in I’ll have so much to do; I simply won’t have time for an End of the World Party.

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I hope you enjoyed this story- this is what happens when I see a picture and begin to THINK…

-peace

The Fallen…

A friend asked that I write a poem about this photo.  I wrote it from three different views.

Eight Carry the One –  is the voice of the soldiers carrying the casket

The Passing is the voice of the family watching

Deliver Me  – is the voice of the departed soldier

 

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EIGHT CARRY THE ONE

We are eight

Who carry one

The one’s whose duty

Is now done

 

We carry you

Upon our shoulder

Because of you

We get to grow older

 

This cargo of ours

This hero inside

We carry with honor

We carry with pride

 

As we lay to rest

One of our best

We honor those

For this life they choose

 

Its time to sleep

So close your eyes

Soar with angels

Above blue skies

 

Now at peace

But not alone

Not going away

Just going home

 

 

THE PASSING

As I watched

Them carry you

I began to weep

My heart in two

 

Is it dark

Where you are

Are you near

Or are you far

 

When it came

Was it swift

Did you suffer

Any of it

 

Your loss

I shall mourn

And celebrate

That you were born

 

A folded flag

Is what they give

To signify

The life you live

 

It’s not enough

It’s just not fair

That here I stand

While you lie there

 

 

DELIVER ME

Is it morning

Noon or night

Is there darkness

Or daylight

 

Here I lie

Inside this womb

To be inserted

Into a tomb

 

I am not hurt

Or suffer pain

Upon a stone

They’ll write my name

 

Not angry

Nor afraid

I’m content

With choices made

 

Send the word

To me now

Show your light

Show me how

 

One last request

I ask of thee

Protect the ones

Who deliver me

 

 

-peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DREAM TRAIN…

Another example of when artists and writers collide.

DREAM TRAIN

“I must have dozed off, how the hell did I get here?

I don’t even remember getting on this train. Everyone is awfully quiet. Hell they’re all just normal subway car riders. Looking but not really looking at each other. Everyone just trying not to be noticed, wanting to get through this ride and get off the train. Hell, what am I thinking? Of course, I just fell asleep. I’ve been working so damn hard these days, my brain is playing tricks on me. I’m imagining that I haven’t been sitting here the whole time. But have I been here? Why don’t I remember getting on this train? Did I miss my stop? I feel like I’ve been on this damn train forever!

Excuse me ma’am, ma’am, could you please tell me what the next stop is? I seemed to have dozed off and might have missed my stop, ma’am? How rude, she’s totally ignoring me.

I certainly must have missed my stop; these people don’t look like people who live in my neighborhood. They’re not even sociable. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute, I’m so damn tired, maybe I’ll take a nap and all this will have been just a weird dream. The worst part is that I feel like I’ve been here before. Oh well, at least I’m on my way home and not on my way to work!

That’s odd; the sun is shining into the car. How could it be light outside?”

Conductor’s voice over train intercom: “Sorry folks the next stop will be delayed. It seems some poor soul has jumped into the path of the train ahead of us and was killed.”

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The artwork is just one of the many unique and fascinating pieces by our new friend Ray Ferrer @ http://urbanwallart.wordpress.com/

The words fell out of my face and onto this page…http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/

March of the Dinosaurs…

Hannah was awarded the title of Grade Level Champion for her very creative and colorful poster that was entered into the UVM Math Poster Contest centered on the theme of Shapes and Sizes. Hannah’s poster was chosen as the winner out of all the 5th grade poster entries (There were 500 total poster entries from 32 Vermont schools).

I saw this and wanted to write  a story FOR HANNAH about her awesome drawing.

THANKS HANNAH FOR SHARING YOUR TERRIFIC ARTWORK WITH THE WORLD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MARCH OF THE DINOSAURS

“HUP TWO THREE FOUR – HUP TWO THREE FOUR,” Barked Greenie the T-Rex from behind the pack of dinosaurs.

“HUP TWO THREE FOUR.” He never stopped giving orders. Greenie knew that he had to keep his dinosaur friends marching towards the Sun Valley or they would all surely starve when the winter snows came and covered the ground.

“Boy, Greenie sure is marching us hard today,” squealed a very tired Steg the Yellow.

“He sure is, agreed Purple Bronto, but Greenie is the oldest and wisest dinosaur so we must obey.”

“I guess you’re right, “answered Yellow. “Soon we will be in the Sun Valley and have all the food and water we need.”

They all continued marching to Greenies cadence and rhythm.  His barking became less and less like barking and more musical and easier to march to; even the flying dinosaurs were in rhythm to his tune.

“HUP TWO THREE FOUR WE ARE MARCHING DINOSAURS – FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT WE WON’T STOP TILL DAYBREAK.”  It was a nice song and Greenie had marched his dinosaur friends to it for years and years. Greenie felt happy that they would once more be safe. Then come spring they could all travel back to their homes and enjoy another summer filled with laughter and fun.

“Hey Greenie,” Called out the tiniest of tiny dinosaur voices, “Are we there yet Greenie, huh, huh?”

Greenie looked down at the newest and smallest dinosaur in their group who was standing next to Purple Bronto

“Almost there little Hannah, we’re almost there.” “NOW- HUP TWO THREE FOUR,WHAT ARE WE MARCHING FOR? FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT, LET’S NOT MAKE OUR LITTLE HANNAH WAIT !”

I SALUTE THEE..

Every year on Memorial Day, this MARINE, Staff Sergeant Tim Chambers, stands in the sweltering Washington D.C. heat, in his dress uniform, holding a salute for every biker in the Rolling Thunder procession. He stands at attention, saluting his brothers and sisters, from start to finish, which is over four hours! When asked, “Sergeant Chambers, why the salute?” His response was effortless and profound, “It’s about the pain. A lot of these heroic guys still hurt and if I can relieve their pain for just one brief moment, then I’ve done my job.”

God bless you SSGT Chambers, and God bless those who stopped to care for you and give you some water.

 

I was so touched by this photo and story, I wrote this poem in his honor.

 

I SALUTE THEE

 

Every year

At this time

I salute

These men of mine

 

As they roll

And thunder by

My right hand raised

To my eye

 

Does it hurt?

Is what they ask

In your honor

I accept this task

 

Thru the heat

The blazing sun

I stand here proud

For every last one

 

I cannot drop

My arm, My hand

I will not rest

I only stand

 

On iron horses

A steel cavalry

My eyes forward

I salute thee

 

 

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-Peace

 

 

BYE BYE TO THE BIRDS AND THE BEES

 

“CAPTAIN, how goes the industrial colonization of the planet Earth?” Asked the Squishier of Sunsets.

“It is progressing just as you have envisioned, OH Wise and Destructive One.”

“Very well Captain, I want to see more buildings, roads and bridges, I want more graying, polluted and acid rain filled skies with each passing day. Not a moments rest till every square inch of green on the planet Earth is covered by bricks, steel or plastic, AM I UNDERSTOOD!”

“Oh yes, Supreme Supplier of Stone, Sludge and all things Harmful. We are halfway there. It seems as if the inhabitants of Earth enjoy laying waste to the natural resources they have been graciously given.”

(As the Ultimate Undertaker of the Universe stops to take a look at the Destruction Download Bar on his Destructo Monitor he notices that it has stalled momentarily)

“WHY does it appear to be slowing down Captain?”

“I’m not sure sir, let me look.

 

Oh no, you’re right OH Punish-er of Planets; it does look as if the greenscape annihilation has slowed down. Well, my magnificent Demolish-er of all life and Superior Installer of things non living. It appears that the people of planet Earth are fighting back. It actually looks like they are starting to take notice and concern over their impact of their own environment. “

“Captain, can we stop them from stopping us?”

“I’m not sure my Eternal Evaporator of Earth, I’m not sure.”

Hhhmmm thought the Decider of Doom to himself; maybe these earthlings have finally realized that the light at the end of their planetary tunnel “WAS AN ONCOMNG TRAIN”.

“Okay Captain, let’s change course and find another rock to help destroy. We will grant these earthlings a little more time. Maybe they’ll destroy this planet on their own. If not then we shall return and finish it for them.

“Aye aye, my Supreme Slayer of Trees and Installer of Tears and Regrets, Aye aye.”

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The picture found me then I found the words, then my words found their way to this page, then you found this page and read this story. Thanks….Steve @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/


SNOW SNIPER

 

 

 

 

 

Here is another three poem collection inspired by a single picture

SNOW SCULPTURE

I am the last

Of my kind

You can look

But will not find

Armed, but all alone

I wait for you

Sooner or later

You must pass thru

It won’t be long

Till the falling snow

Reveals to me

Which way you go

Is that you

That I hear

Are you far

Or are you near

I am a statue

That you can’t see

Just a little closer

I need you to be

As I touch my trigger

And gently squeeze

Your life’s now ended

I am not pleased

 

 

READY, AIM, WAIT

How do I

Reveal to you

What I know

That I must do

I was not born

To right the wrong

My heart and faith

Can’t come along

I must take back

Things I did not give

Like my home

And the way I live

As you look

Upon my face

Will you run

Or will you chase

Will you fight

By my side

Or shall I hunt

While you hide

I do not blink

Or hesitate

God be with you

Ready, aim, wait

 

I AM HERE

While the world

Passes by

While children born

Give first cry

And the wind

Blows to the west

And when God

Puts you to the test

I am here

Watching for you

Making sure

That dreams come true

We must each

Do our part

To save the meek

From dark heart

The winter’s snow

And summers heat

I’ll always guard

This city’s street

When comes the day

That I go home

Lay down my gun

No more alone

 

-Peace

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The photo and words were submitted by ME @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/