WAYWARD FLAMES.....A Poem by "WATCH"

(space shuttle - challenger)

Gleaming eyes of innocence
Search skyward to the stars
The treasure of our future
Soaring high on splendored spirit
Wayward flames of tragedy
Stalk the spark of life
Mirrored in the smiles
Of our children far below
Shredded strands of space
Shatter hope upon the sea
Searing childs eyes
With plumages of pain
Blinding beads of light
Spew dispair upon their soul
With double arcs of ruin
Raining on their dreams
The suddeness of sorrow
Contorts their rosy faces
To shadowed shades of sadness
As life unfolds its truth
No gentle hand upon their brow
Can censor what they've seen
No caring word can alter
Glaring harsh reality
No stoic training braced them
For death to come their way
They are not brave our children
Their tears do testify
Their link to space with Christa
Is gone forever more
Their innocence is tarnished
It cannot be restored
No saving lesson
Can be learned
To justify their sorrow
Weep my child
Be not brave
Your tears are
Tribute to her

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Copyright to Author�

Fond fancies florish
bathing body and mind
Elicit pulsing passions
emotions, yours and mine

Secluded moments of pleasure
a special place to meet
Lovers embrace each other
dancing cheek to cheek

Sharing stories treasured
entwined in warm embrace
Beautiful and loving
he strokes her favored face

Blossoms of their love
bud on fragile branch
A delicate unfolding
of life and their romance

But anguished eyes reveal
conflict in her heart
In love with love and lover
and thoughts that they must part

A poem left unfinished
an ending left untold
As they dance together
in time and space called "Hold"

Dantheman

Like a penny for a candy,

I give my little name, Dan.
One pinned to my overalls?
I had just learned to walk.
Oh there she is,
I see her for the first time.
Denny, it later becomes,
One used only in the snake dance.
You, my friend, I hope, of you,
May I ask, by what are you known
When whispered over the burring
Of summertime cicadas?
They drifted off the bookshelf,
My thoughts all shared with you.
As leaves fallen on the stream in autumn,
They float in patterns, breaking and re-forming.
There you are, over there.
And I am here, in that swirl.
My grief has come, I finally see
Its ability to alter me.
Deceptive, like a drug, it covers
My head with a black shroud,
As on Maundy Thursday.
Bright Week will come soon

"Life"

Written By: NIKE GURL

Across the alley
Away from the city
Off the subject

Concerning you
Considering dying
Like your life

Beyond me
Below the log
Together with you.

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"Think"

Written By: "NIKE GURL"

When I view the world
The waves turn towards the sun
Where enemies change and calmly laugh
Where friends have joyful hearts

Where the seasons are perfect and not rocky
Where you can hardly hear a cry
Like nothing is perfect
When I view the world.

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