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Silent Screams- a Short Poem

I wrote this little poem back in Oct2014. Goodness, that long ago? Anyway, it began as most of my writings do, something started me thinking about a silent scream, and this is what came out of it. It is a bit dark, as my Sister told me at the time, but there’s a certain… relatability to it. I think, anyway. So, here it is again, for all to inspect and/or pick apart:   Silent Screams Life behind these padded walls, as surreal as a dream     A dream where even silence screams, but only silent screams         Silent screams of ancient Queens beheaded on a stage   The stage, surrounded by noisy throng     Some hawking wares secured with tongs         Some yammering of someone else’s wrongs One standing above, above any reproach     Heralding merits and valiant deeds like a coach         A coach who stores the team behind padded walls   Yes, life behind these padded walls. wishing t’were a dream     For here, unlike in dreams, the silence screams, but not silent screams         Not silent screams from ancient Queens beheaded on a stage.

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Sacrifice

Here is a whimsical verse I thought of when I considered the mortality of bees. Hope you enjoy! Sacrifice While walking in the woods one day, I looked down to see A flower growing aslant the path Adorned with a bee. I noticed a petal misaligned, And very queerly hung, And bent to pluck it from the plant; Recoiling, I was stung! The bee fell to the ground, Sacrificing it’s life, For the solitary vegetation To which I meant no harm or strife.   (c) 2010, Life Through My Eyes; A Collection Of Poems, by John T. M. Herres

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Aging Gracefully

Life is long, Life is hard, You never know what’s in your cards; We start out small and then we grow, And all the sudden we’re getting old. As the sun makes passes across the sky, We learn how to laugh, learn how to cry: We care about things, they fall to the side, To be replaced by others, and time goes by. We play and we learn and do many things, Some make us feel foolish, some make us kings. When youth is done and we join the Rat Race, We find that it takes a lot to save face; But mostly we survive, we roll with the flow, And move with the rest, become average Joes. Then one day it happens, we suddenly see, How we can be happy and fully carefree. For some it is sooner, others are later, And some let it pass, their fears are greater. So, let’s help each other, one day to find We’ve left all the cruelty completely behind!   (c) 2005, 2010 by John T. M. Herres excerpt from my self-published poetry book, “Life Through My Eyes; A Collection Of Poems”

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Scenery

Scenery The most beautiful scenery, I think of all, Is the majesty of a waterfall. A Caribbean lagoon of clear blue Would have to come in at number two. Not to be discounted, let it be said, Is a sunset filled with lavender and red. In a lake in a meadow, it’s nice to find, A reflection of a snow-capped mountain behind. So calming and peaceful, I think you’ll agree, Would be waves lapping sand fresh off the sea. On a walk through the forest, sure to be seen, Are all the colors and shades of green. Another view, seen only at night, Is a star-filled sky– what a sight! Even a desert, so barren of life, Can be a touching scene, if viewed just right. A swamp has its own beauty to share, As long as the dangers you stay aware. The rolling hills of the prairie land Can, of itself be exquisitely grand. So many sights in this world to behold, In one poem I think not all could be told. Just look around, you’re sure to find Some scenery that can blow your mind! Copyright 2010, “Life Through My Eyes; A Collection of Poems” by John T. M. Herres Images taken from various Pinterest posts by other users. I do not own the rights to the pictures.

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