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Low the light
in the forest,
so near,
step with care,
as you enter
the Glade
and your reward
will be a promise made.

The Demons of a life's
journey, hang in the air.
Haphazardly hanging
they are everywhere.
Moments in this short life,
will happen, so please care,
of those things around you.
Pay attention. Be aware.

Otters, playing in chocolate pools,
chasing marshmallow fish.
Multi-colored, rounded stones,
of chocolate candies, formed
a pathway to the playground,
enclosed by a red licorice, fence.
Shrubs of colored cotton candy,
provided an entrance to all.

He moved to the rhythm,
as if he knew the dance steps.
Swaying, gently, with the beat,
a smooth motion with his feet.
He tripped, but didn't fall,
for he had excellent balance
and that wasn't all.
He could do the Two Step
and the Waltz, in the Fall.
Light on his feet, someone,
once said. He could trip
"The light fantastic,
whenever he danced.
A Romantic, I think not,
a simple soul, living a
simple life, among
friends and family.

A flash of light,
bursting flame,
a burning bush,
we should stop!
There is no rush,
to see again, What
matters to you, today.
Lead a cheer
or say a prayer.
You'll be missed,
no matter when,
no matter where.

Sing again to me,
about a savage love.
Young hearts, rapidly beat,
when love was lost,
by indifference from
the likes of he.
Do you have a heart,
when you leave, alone
encouraging us to part?

Burning the candle
at both ends,
should not be a game
of let's pretend.
Make your best choice.
Don't change your mind,
you can now rejoice.
Happiness you'll find.

Glowed red
the ridge,
as sun rise
came.
My last
viewing was
somewhat the
same.
Where has
love gone?
Away from
me now,
please tell
me, please
for I know
not how,
to approach
a stranger,
a girl
in my
dreams,
who I
will see,
again or
perhaps
never to
be seen
again.

Lay all the words
down, on a line.
In order doesn't matter,
unless you want to rhyme.
Writing a narrative,
in poetic prose,
puts forth the words,
as if, growing a rose.
Using "poetic license"
is a good way to write,
as you can suppress rules,
from some wrong to right.

On July 4, 1776, a new nation was brought into the world, as the Second Continental Congress unanimously adopted the Declaration of Independence to announce the colonies' separation from the Kingdom of Great Britain.

Congress had voted in favor of independence from Great Britain on July 2 but did not actually complete the process of revising the Declaration of Independence which was originally drafted by Thomas Jefferson in consultation with fellow committee members John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, and William Livingston and submitted to Congress on June 28th 1776.

 In his book, "Amusing Ourselves to Death" : Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business Postman argued that by expressing ideas through visual imagery, television reduces politics, news, history and other serious topics to entertainment. He worried that culture would decline if the people became an audience and their public business a "vaudeville act". Read the excerpt of the book's forward

Neil Postman (1931 - 2003) was an American critic educator and Author. In addition to Amusing ourselves to Death, Postman wrote several other books as well as magazine and newspaper articles regarding technology and education. His other books include Conscientious Objections (1988), Technopoly: The Surrender of Culture to Technology (1992), The Disappearance of Childhood (1982) and The End of Education: Redefining the Value of School (1995).

His interests were were very diverse. He wrote on the disappearance of childhood, reforming public education, postmodernism, semantics, inguistics, and technopolies.

Sources: Wikipedia, NeilPostman.org

The veins stood out on
the side of his head.
The beat of his heart could
be seen pulsing away,
as the heart did its work.

A vein in your body,
a vein of gold.
Vane, as in Ego,
only the bold,
who think of themselves
before others, I'm told.