Two Limericks for Where My Head Is

Deadly Limerick

The AR-15 was built with but one intent

The bodies its bullets they rent

Civilian use can’t explain

Why those bullets still rain

Into children, to school society sent

Will More?

How many more innocents need die

Before we have no tears left to cry

We must speak up to fight

You really need this “right”

To own the AR-15, tell me why?

Working my way through this latest tragedy. I sure hope we can stop saying that. I am moved by the young people of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School and the passion to create change.

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For What Reason

I watched Patton Oswalt say,

‘They say, “Things happen for a reason.”

Michelle Eileen McNamara would say,

“No they don’t. There’s only chaos and kindness.”‘

This struck me. Is he right? Was she right?

Well here’s what I think. Maybe there is only chaos and kindness and certainly chaos is what occurred in Parkland, Florida at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Chaos is what has occurred for a long time when it comes to semi-automatic weapons and the unfettered access we have to them. Kindness is what happens in the rebound of these repeated tragedies but that only provides temporary comfort for those with forever holes in their hearts.

I cried this morning on the way to work when I heard each name spoken with some treasured thing about each of the deceased. But they aren’t the only victims. The chaos make victims of every survivor at the school, every family and friend connected to those deceased and survived, the entire community, teachers and children every where, our nation.

The names of the deceased need to be spoken aloud to learn the depths of despair and depravity.

Alyssa Alhadeff, 14

Scott Beigel, 35

Martin Duque Anguiano, 13

Nicholas Dworet, 17

Aaron Feis, 37

Jaime Guttenberg, 14

Chris Hixon, 49

Luke Hoyer, 15

Cara Loughran, 14

Gina Montalto, 14

Joaquin Oliver, 17

Alaina Petty, 14

Meadow Pollack, 18

Helena Ramsay, 17

Alex Schlachter, 14

Carmen Schentrup, 16

Peter Wang, 15

They were musicians, athletes, Merit Scholar semifinalists, coaches, mentors, sisters, brothers, fathers. All innocent and all part of this ongoing tragedy that only we, in the greatest nation in the history of the Earth, can do nothing about.

Say their names, go back and say the names of the other victims, giving back to Columbine and beyond. They deserve to be spoken and heard. Do something positive to get beyond the chaos and dive into the kindness. Reach out, share love. You are a human being doing.

‪Our Rights‬

Our rights

Are fallible

And shouldn’t

Allow such grievous

Wrongs

Our amendment

Can be amended

To reduce the

Number of lives

Senselessly ended

By weapons only intended

For

Killing

You, me, he, she

Politicians

Can we finally

Try to stop this

Repeated travesty

Honestly!

I write early every morning. Whatever pops into my hear, or might be festering there. This one after the eighteenth school shooting in 2018. How tragic that our politicians refuse to do anything to even try to change this. Why does anyone need access to weapons designed to slaughter humans. We need tools to spray people with live and compassion and kindness. I love YOU. PEACE.

Photo taken at the UN in NYC

‪Saving Grace‬

Your saving grace

The one who helped you save face

Who gave sage counsel

Who gives it to you straight

Who reigns you in

When trouble you’re getting in

How to return the favor,

Making your offering

Something to savor

Be a someone

Keep the other

From coming undone

‪My word‬

My word is my bond

What we can go on

Not just some triviality

Handshake for contract

Not to later retract

This is a true morality

I hope as we proceed

More will adopt this indeed

& not further culture’s amorality

Let’s all take a stand

Find an integrity man

And protect the US of A

Sense

This is a response to the weekly Micropoetry response. The word is hashtag SENSE. I enjoy being prompted to think off the cuff, which is how most of my poetry comes into being. This is slightly different in that there is a specific prompt to create from. Hope and Peace.

What’s the #SENSE of:

Doing?

Trying?

Loving?

Hoping?

Praying?

Guiding?

Leading?

Resisting?

Comforting?

Humanity requires each

Of us

Doesn’t that

Make

#SENSE?

‪POETwitteRY 406‬

I found

a resounding

pounding,

somewhat like a bounding

heartbeat,

not about to beat

feet,

hiding from the

deriding,

and all the counter-chiding

If you’re on the opposite end

of what the vitriol portends

and the energy we expend

towards bringing this to an

E

N

D

POETwitteRY 400

Four hundred consecutive days

of words configured

in so many different ways.

Four hundred separate beginning thoughts

about whatever arose,

nevers and oughts.

Four hundred more

to share my truths

perception becomes reality,

my only needed proof.