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For high school students today, it is only history

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icebox
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in the shadows


0 posted 09-10-2017 11:52 PM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for icebox


On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost)

Still, I hear the pipes sing
Amazing Grace
I hear them in my dreams
I hear the screams
every day,
months of cadenced march
out of an open pit mine of souls,
all day long
and through the night
in and out of mind
until my heart ran out of song.

In today's Remembrance
bells ring,
performers sing
and everybody's priests
ask gods for treats.

Each name a moment held
in all solemnity
on edge
to slip into eternity;
pomp and circumstance,
a ceremony's tears and choking
fears that this will mean an end
to the beginning of the years
we mark remembering the dead,
living dead
names all run together,
labels on one giant
blended bleeding soul.

If one more plastic politician says,
‘Let's roll,'
I think I will be sick.
The dead can sleep,
where is peace for heart and soul
that could bring quiet to the living?

We mourned a year. We buried buttons
and a watch,
a rock,
handfuls of dirt and ash,
a shoe
or two,
some bone fragments,
photographs in empty caskets,
memories in sleepless nights
full of empty arms and empty beds,
tears in empty hearts.
It's time to leave the past.

For some,
we became as Death
in a time to stalk revenge
cold and crafted with precision
in deserts,
fields and mountains,
where we are hated for existing,
where gods are left with questions,
where evil breeds in men,
where each victory brings two graves
and self-serving politicians bend the world
back into their greed.
So, the need,
the questions linger empty,
there are no answers
and so, the killings never end.

There is no grief beyond the love
of that which death can steal.

There is no deal to make,
no memorial to shake the monstrous memories,
smell,
taste
of human flesh and blood in ashes mixed with fuel
melted steel
vaporized concrete,
grit that clogged our eyes
a blessing in disguise;
shame of hoping winds would change,
the dream's there every day,
turn back and turn away
run,
no where to go,
who died
when there is nothing left
to hold
but memories' deadly clouds
thick choking terror
floating wild in toxic air,
horror grown so full
that vision's lost,
sounds of bodies hitting ground
just beyond the reach of sight
within the sounds,
quick claws of fright,
no where to hide.
No where to hide.

©2003, 2005, 2006, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 by icebox
(written, September 11, 2002; edited as above)






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Bluesy Socrateaser
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1 posted 09-11-2017 12:05 AM       View Profile for Bluesy Socrateaser   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Bluesy Socrateaser

Every day is the first day of another year Charley...and how they fly in time and in perfect formation.

...just bein' Bluesy
BluesSerenade
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2 posted 09-11-2017 08:33 PM       View Profile for BluesSerenade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for BluesSerenade

We shall never forget.
JamesMichael
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3 posted 09-13-2017 01:43 AM       View Profile for JamesMichael   Email JamesMichael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JamesMichael

As someone said...that's why they call it the past...james
Lori Grosser Rhoden
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4 posted 09-13-2017 07:51 AM       View Profile for Lori Grosser Rhoden   Email Lori Grosser Rhoden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lori Grosser Rhoden

Charley,
I am impressed with your ability to capture the horror of it all. I found myself holding my breath so as not to breath in toxic fumes.
Watching it on TV lets the mind protect us from what we cannot comprehend. But poetry will not let us escape from what it makes us feel. ~L
Poet In Pink
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5 posted 09-17-2017 08:41 PM       View Profile for Poet In Pink   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet In Pink

Your words so poignant & touching ~ For some it may just be history...BUT for many others it is and forever will be something much more.  Thank you for sharing this ~ Alana
Marchmadness
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6 posted 10-05-2017 02:46 AM       View Profile for Marchmadness   Email Marchmadness   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marchmadness

Powerful words, Mr. Ice.
latearrival
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7 posted 10-05-2017 08:28 PM       View Profile for latearrival   Email latearrival   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for latearrival

And Charly, nothing will ever change, especially now with who our same ole politicians are plus the way it is all about how they think and plan.nothing changes how sad a nation we have become.jo Perry aka late Arrival

latearrival
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8 posted 10-05-2017 08:45 PM       View Profile for latearrival   Email latearrival   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for latearrival

Charly, you always post it right, Best to you latearrival/martyjo

LeeJ
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9 posted 10-11-2017 08:02 AM       View Profile for LeeJ   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LeeJ

Hi Charley, good to read you again, this was filled with so many great lines, each one better than the last...thank you for sharing your heart filled voice...words that we should all heed....

 
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