Courage is not the absence of fear…
Excerpted from – Images Came in a Torrent
…But the falling felt like forever so much time packed
Into scant seconds but that’s what she recalls
Maybe time just stopped
Then started again as tragic images came in a torrent
People were yelling and screaming for help above the din her
Thoughts turned toward those people and caring for the injured
Doing what she could for the moment
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From – Bridges Don’t Fall Down: Stories from the I35W Bridge Collapse
Contemplating pain, love, and commitment…
How Great the Pain
She winces sleeping
Not knowing how great the pain
That leaves him weeping
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From – Straight Thru the Curves: A Book of Haiku (WIP)
Of heroics…?
Clashing Champions
Life and death in play?
Clashing champions decide
It’s superbpwl day
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Of life and the struggle…?
Finally Quiet
They endlessly bray
Will they finally be quiet?
It’s election day
We’ve grown so weary
But gigs of sound bytes to go
Just the primary
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Regarding life and the struggle…
Forty Somethings
A buddy laughs at
The forty somethings whining
They’re not old or fat
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Seeing nobility in the struggle…
One, Two
Still not discouraged
Our one eyed two legged pug
When I think courage
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Contemplating life and struggle…
Maybe If I
Bend and touch your nose
To what???! Well maybe if I
Lie and my nose grows
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Of pain and sorrow in the struggle…
Robert Cried
As Bruce drifted like a phantom through the countryside
He began to draw
More that had become outlaw
One such had come to him but came not to hide
Here his dear old friend the Lady Christian of Carrick
And with her she brought her men that were mounted
More than a dozen her gift
But too, she brought news against which Robert would have wished
‘Twas the tales of his family she recounted
And it made him sick
Now for the first time he heard the fate of Scotland’s pride
How brothers and friends were tortured and killed in the English maw
How his women and beloved were caged with beds of straw
For all of this Robert cried
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Of life, love, struggle, and friendship…
Each New Dawn
One more great man falls
As do all
No longer famous
But was among the bravest
Knowing him we knew it to be so
And thru the years his valor would only grow
Those of us that walk around ready to fight
For loved ones, duty, and for what’s right
And those with families that knew him knew his commitment
To be the best he could for those he loved and to be decent
His world champion fame and glory days long since gone
Each new dawn
He greeted as a warrior
No matter the trial or travail he was a fighter to the core
To the end
Those that knew him proud to call him friend
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A tribute to Savannah Svatma Russell (Known in his fighting days as SAVANNAH JACK)
In the struggles of life…
Excerpted from – From the Beginning
…Sure we took her home to die
There were no doubts in our minds but neither could say, “No”
Not speaking our thoughts we didn’t know
Each one couldn’t say no, not bearing to see the other cry
Of course it grew worse
Once we were home and nurtured her for a while
And became so much more attached. We would love her so…
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