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It matters what your vote, may be.
It matters that you, don't sit idly.
Voting is your right, to focus attention,
On all that happens, that needs intervention.
Vote, Vote, Vote

On this day, the eleventh of September,
I pray that our citizens, will remember,
The strength of all, the people involved,
Who stood up to fear, walking tall.
There were much, too many victims dying,
While volunteers and first responders, were trying
To save their lives, even their own,
Before they could, the towers came down.
This loss of life, on eleven September,
We must pledge to always remember.

Note. I wrote this on 9/11/2018 but lost it in my files.

This day of sadness, is bringing forth,
Mixed emotions, of love, pain and sorrow,
For the loss of a loved one,
Who will not be seeing, another tomorrow.
The loss is full of grief and sadness,
With prayers to all, who must remain,
To carry on today and another morrow.
My prayers for you, now must begin,
My heart is broken, for your loss.
May God bless you, one and all.

Unable to sleep, the night before,
Waking, for that morning moment,
When arising, in the darkest black,
Eating a breakfast, of eggs and bacon,
Anxious to leave.
The anticipation, of seeing your
First animal, at any moment,
Carries you through the morning
And when, that moment happens,
Excitement, courses through
Your veins, overpowering
All your senses.
The shortness of breath,
Blood pounding in your temples
And then swiftly,
The animals are gone
And you're alone.

Here it is, 5 a.m. and I have been,
awake for hours.
Perhaps, I can write the words,
rattling around, in my head
and so, I'll make an effort,
to remove all the dread,
of ever being able to sleep,
for more than 2 hours,
in my warm, comfy bed.
Sleeping in my recliner,
is not a problem
as attested by my wife.
Switching to another page,
as I feel these many words,
trying to escape to paper.

Your palpitating manner,
Your idiotic grin,
Gives way to all your ignorance
That, somewhere, lies within.
Your consistence, selfish, attitude,
Stands alone, above all others,
You who doesn't give a damn.

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Cars all wet and glistening
Are darting in and out,
Swerving with indifference,
While impeding paths of others.

The green of many signals,
Hanging in the streets,
The flashing lights of neon,
Distorting, all that pass, beneath.

And then the dark Sears tower,
Is seen by sleepy eyes,
The workday, drawing closer,
As cars are parked and locked.

The sound of rapid footsteps,
A smell of soft perfume,
A spot of red, from cigarettes,
Flicker in the gloom.

A quick, short walk, on sidewalks,
A few "Good Morning" friends.
Then trudging up the stairwell
And puffing at the top, I catch my breath.

Hurry to the office,
Out the back, rear door,
Stopping at the mirror,
To check my appearance.

Grab a cup of coffee,
A piece of toast or two.
Sit down at the table
And listen, to those who talk.

The sound of a hundred voices,
In discordant harmony,
Reminds me of a bee-hive
And of the sound of bees.

At last the bell is ringing,
So I hurry to my work,
To say hello to people,
Who I appreciate.

Lying close
With deepest breathing,
Beads of love,
Appear in hairlines,
Eyes closed,
As if sleeping.
Quickly, with a deft motion,
You pull away,
From me
And are gone.

I wonder, if the words I've written,
Sometime in the past,
Compiled and now nourished,
Come forth, in a giant blast,
Gushing from within me,
Like a fountain on the loose
Or is it just a bucket full
That's spilled and now,
Because of use,
Dries up again.

I feel helpless, when I see
You struggling and I can't be
The provider of your care.
Damn, I don't like myself,
For the weakness, I see
In me.